Cures

There are only two cures
for insomnia,
says the shrink,
sex  and death.

Note: Inspired by "The Hyland Confession," The Bold Ones, 1970
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Horn Avatar
March 6, 2018 at 6:38 AM
When new sun we had viewed, God all our lives He renewed; Freedom did ring, Spring to spring; Another great day we ensued. Can be many cures, And solution endures Along with viewers. Jim Horn
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March 5, 2018 at 7:07 PM
Wonderful punchy poem. Well done, Deborah.
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