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I cannot time's fleeting pages still With my pillow's down feathery quill Into stiff tonic cannot vapid space distill Lingering shadows around hazed mind spill Nor with prancing sheep monotonous scenes drill As Little Bo Peep, I stumble about surrealistic hill I fail to tranquilize my senses with sleeping pill Only sappy tears from my sedated pores rill Dreamy tunes do not my discordant heart beats kill Stormy scenes from day's tumult replay on mind's reel Bleary night anthem of chirping crickets shrill Pulsates through fastened screen, window sill

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