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By CryingShame58 Date: 2003 Apr 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.13.23.38.18609]] |
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It's so late and I can't sleep, Fear can stop the strong and weak. Here i sit alone on the couch. Don't want to wake the old troubled grouch. He has hives from his toes to his head. Itching and scratching all night in bed. Little does he know that while he sleeps. My body isn't sowing, but my mind does reap. Reading and writing the night away. Whose gonna be ready to meet the new day? Not him, nor I, will be able to function. Somehow we'll get through it from our gumption. |