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Grey Man Make My Jaw Drop Contest
Half past two: “BANG!” Thunder rolling, post, the lights Insomnia now, made coffee, drank, to bed again, no frights Boom! Vibrations of my bed, but still, there's nothing to dread Just another thunderstorm experienced, from my bed Three-AM. So quiet now, but wait! There stood a grey man “Oh, no! Not you again.” Questioning, but he insisted his hand And, like before, there is no choice, and off and away, we went Parallel to the earth and up over heaven, so while flying; I repent. And, as before, so many times, entering the mothership, are my kind Some sleeping, some playing cards, some in surgery, Oh, my crazy mind! Surely a dream, so, I ask, and no one answers, but vacantly stares, in fact. “You, know the answers,” from within my mind, thus seeing, my body, intact And, there I was, on mother’s ship, for several hours, plus more Suddenly, my alarm echoes seven, from under covers; wondering, dreaming lore? Got ready for work, with bags under eyes, disheveled, from astrums' soar To somewhere else ~ that I've traveled, innumerable light years before
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