Whoda Thunkit
Whoda Thunkit!
Snore, Snore
Miracle Man
3/2/2023
In my youth,
due to youthful exuberance,
I thought, who needs sleep?
I’ll sleep when I’m older,
and so I chose to abstain.
Now older and pain ravaged,
I lay most nights, counting sheep,
For pain has moved slumber,
outside my domain.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2023
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