Idle Scribe

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Wednesday, 2 May 2007

Sleepless

I can't sleep tonight;
I haven't tried.
There's a pain in my head
And now the time on my laptop ticks to two,
And I should be asleep,
But I'm busy reading poetry
Which spills over into this.
Posted by Unknown at 18:01
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