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counting sheep, to get to sleep racing the sunrise Mr. Sandman, if you can sprinkle sand into my eyes jeepers creepers, open peepers wide as deep blue skies toss and turn, comfort concern no dreams or no lies R.E.M., I wonder when even in darks disguise insomniac, heart attack sleeping would be wise a wink, a nod, a sigh, a yawn still can't close my eyes

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Date: 5/29/2015 6:37:00 PM
Well written poem, Warner. I've suffered from insomnia, especially when I worked the night shift! Thanks for sharing :)
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Date: 5/29/2015 1:19:00 AM
Yes, Warner, you've captured the condition well. The problem I have is the more I worry about it, the more awake I get. Good rhyme. Regards, Viv
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