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Created on: July 25, 2009
"Sleep"
Too hard is this thing called sleep, for when I try I simply weep.
The hours roll by with nary a blink but the hardest thing are those forty winks.
Morning comes and I still have not slept but my pillow is wet from the tears I have wept.
No dreams for me will this night hold ,and morning now comes creeping so bold. Please dear Lord, end this life that is so cold.
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