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A vampire was on my tail but I could not slow down
I had a date with the moon 
I needed a consult

The sandman is a strange bedfellow fellow
waking me up at five a.m. 
to discuss lyrics. Really?

I was more afraid of losing my muse 
and my imagination disappearing completely
than I was fearful of any ole’ measly vampire 

So I started running
caught my nightie on the garden gate
Heard a rip
but kept running

The moon was waving goodbye
with his invisible hand 
So I stomped back inside the house
to make my husband’s day miserable

It is what I do 
when I hear the last line of a poem
as sandman is waking me up, 
and know the moon and my imagination are leaving.

Damn!

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