Poetry: Naps - by Tyler Pickrell

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by Tyler Pickrell

Created on: April 21, 2008

Laying down under the sun.
Eyes heavily weighed as my sight blurred.
Swinging under a tree.
Birds fly as bees buzz.
Eyes get heavier, eyes get blurrier.
Laying on the grass.
Eyes closed, every things dark.
Peaceful, calm.

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