Watching time crawlA Poem by GeeFor the insomniacs amongst us
The bleary eyed, the yawning
the folk that watch the moon amuse themselves with this 'n' that 'til dawn comes far to soon, to nudge them to another day where waking hours are fraught with nodding off and mini dreams of sleep that's ever sought, but never found such is the curse bestowed upon so many the only sleep they're sure to get is when the ferryman paid his penny. © 2025 GeeReviews
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