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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 © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 1/14/2010 2:46:00 PM
writing about not writing;interesting................
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Date: 1/14/2010 11:06:00 AM
And in the middle of the night this wonderful poem will come, you'll have to get out of bed and write it down and tomorrow it will be rubbish. Has that happened to you? Thanks for reading and commenting. Love, Joyce
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Date: 1/14/2010 10:35:00 AM
yeas i can completely relate. way to word it tho!!!
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Date: 1/13/2010 2:31:00 AM
I totally understand this one. Our work is never done! Great writing, Sena. Thank you for sharing your poeticc talent once again. Love, Lainie
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Date: 1/11/2010 5:00:00 PM
LOL yes we become slaves to words or digits? Light & Love
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Date: 1/11/2010 4:42:00 PM
So many of us can relate! Welcome to Poetry Soup, Sena! Thanks for sharing this. Peace, Audrey
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Date: 1/10/2010 7:02:00 AM
At the weekends Sena, your words are me. I must break this habit, as sleep is more important >> nice piece >> James
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Date: 1/10/2010 3:47:00 AM
Insomnia the great enemy. Keep the expressive pen flowing. Sara
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