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Cures

There are only two cures for insomnia, says the shrink, sex and death. Note: Inspired by "The Hyland Confession," The Bold Ones, 1970

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Date: 3/6/2018 6:38:00 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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Date: 3/5/2018 7:07:00 PM
Wonderful punchy poem. Well done, Deborah.
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