Night
Night has come sneaking upon me, caught me working at this infernal machine.
My eyes are heavy from the work I’ve done, all the pages I’ve seen.
I think I’ll relinquish the keyboard for now, head for the kitchen and get me some chow.
Then it’s off to bed for a little sleep, if I can keep from having to count those sheep.
Copyright © Sena Slaughter | Year Posted 2010
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