Crying Myself To Sleep
It's just one o'clock
On Sunday A.M.
And my thought process
Is getting quite slim
Eyelids are heavy,
Red colored, and rimmed.
Its now one-oh-two
On Sunday A.M.
Copyright © Clifford Woodell | Year Posted 2013
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