Sunday, April 27, 2014

Goodnight Poem

I must go to bed, and relax, 
instead of thinking I'm so clever 
writing till forever almost passes by, 
as I think I can answer every why, 
I'm like a peasant, poor but present, 
Now I need to get out of here, 
to lie in that bed, relax, disappear. 


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