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The Night Marches on: An Anthem of Praxis and Maxim

Insomnia like death and taxes
Is sure to plague me
until the end
For which it leaves me asking

I'm just a man
forced to marry pressure and praxis
Inside the hall of my core
I make mead of these maxims

My body tosses about
My tongue turns the phrase
If I just stay true to this practice
I know I'll be okay
Written by Everyday_Author (Randall)
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Author's Note
I can't sleep so I wrote this for us. Enjoy.
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