Like Hot Cakes
I wrote another poem tonight:
Bed Time Lullaby
As I sit here mired
I feel completely dead
Fill my eyes with tired
and fill my legs with lead
Take me now, Sleep
To my bed I tread
Plop down a wasted heap
and rest my tired head.
(c) 2004 Ryan Jeffrey Du Bois
I even have a nice chord progression worked out.
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