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[ The Muse(s) ] Sheepless In Seattle
Restless, I could not sleep
didn't really give a sheep
So ... I brewed some coffee
attempted to write a poem
In my sleepless, sheepless head
consciousnessly streaming
a shallow creeky bed, I
waded through the night
daydreaming of you
more precisely
us, instead
oblivious to the silence
and creep of moonlight
in our home
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