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About This Poem
No wonder i am tired
No wonder I’m tired
At night I lay, and think of my day
Stressful, rushed, hurried ,how boring
Her snoring’s so loud it creates quite a din
The pressure’s so great the night time’s sucked in
I watch as the stars dance in her eyes, and
Marvel as moonbeams escape from her hair
The room aglow with optic lights
My days may be boring, but oh my nights!!
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