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The Quiet Hours

The quiet hours tick away I am vaguely aware of them as dreams weave their way through my imagination, and the clock continues to tick-tock past two past three past four. At five I briefly come alive to flip my pillow over to the cool side... so soon are the sun's rays streaming through my blinds Did I sleep... What did I dream of

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Date: 1/15/2023 7:33:00 PM
hmm I have had that feeling a few times before, we all are having issues with sleep these days, so much going on, thank you for the poem, have good night sleep tonight
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Date: 1/13/2023 1:48:00 PM
That is how I am oftentimes. I wonder if I even slept, other times the dreams are so vivid that I know for sure I slept deeply. This is a sweet poem.
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Date: 1/12/2023 8:45:00 PM
I find it strange that sometimes you can't perceive if you've slept at all or not, but maybe that means you've slept. :)
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Date: 1/12/2023 12:19:00 PM
Time and memories start leaving us...
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Date: 1/12/2023 1:02:00 AM
There's such a sweet gentleness about it, I guess because we learn eventually to just accept... sleep? dreams? Whatever. Elizabeth
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Date: 1/11/2023 8:11:00 PM
This is totally me B.B. I think we are getting old lol
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Bobby May
Date: 1/11/2023 8:33:00 PM
Love you my friend and Brother. Little Brother over and out lol
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/11/2023 8:21:00 PM
Totally me too, B.B. I know we are getting old -- and mellow too.