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So Tired

By John I. Blair

So tired it stinks!

    No way to live.
      I see things churn
    From real to dreams.
      I slap my cheek
    And scrub my back.
      Must scheme to sleep.
    Mind sinks so deep
      Sight shifts to black.
    Nod off, go weak,
      No strength, it seems.
    Lids blink, eyes burn.
      Oh what Id give
For forty winks!

2004 John I. Blair

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