Somnambulant Scribbler
Sleepless and cursing the powers that be,
Tossing and turning in wee hours, me.
But what's the use in trying to fight it?
One might as well be trying to write it.
Mayhap morning Muses will oversee.
Copyright © Anthony Beck | Year Posted 2017
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