Sleep Disorder?

No need to count sheep
I drift off to sleep
Then snooze in my hay...
Just can't STAY that way!!

Oh... NURSE! (named Bo-Peep)
PLEASE round up your sheep...
Come in where I lay
And DRUG me...Okay??
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Dietrich Avatar
April 9, 2014 at 5:25 PM
I am noticing Linda Marie talking about her golden tresses on a gloomy NJ day. It's so weird to see comments from someone we know has since passed away. So sad.
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April 9, 2014 at 5:24 PM
hmmm, I will have to start checking your way back pages, tim. You have a lot of cute ones like this funny little poem back there. Saturday I went on the road with Joe and wrote FIVE poems. it was so nice to realize I could do that. Most were contests i had not even wanted to try previously. Anyway, I can't seem to get many comments these days so I sure won' t be posting them all at once.
Sweetheart Avatar
December 9, 2009 at 8:13 AM
OK sounds like a plan u have going on here... great light poetry on a gloomy New Jersey rainy windy morning... housebound today ..no raindrops on my blond tresses.. thankxxx for making my day with this one... luv.. "Sweetie"
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December 6, 2009 at 8:23 AM
Ha-ha! Bo Peep recommends you try some Benadryl, Tim. I have a sleep disorder too and it does help me get at least a few hours sleep when I really need it. Wishing you peaceful thoughts of sheep jumping over logs. Love you, Carolyn
Richards Avatar
December 6, 2009 at 8:09 AM
There are nights I would like to call her to come over here too.......send me her phone number, okay??
Segal Avatar
December 6, 2009 at 6:10 AM
Very funny, love Simone
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