InsomniakA Poem by Jessica JGoofy...not my style.It wraps around my toes I get a feeling that it knows The forced excursion as it grows.
Asking for a mild reprieve Sometimes, they say, it helps to breathe Without the sheep, I can't believe.
The ceiling turns into a show It feels much better when I'm low My god, insomnia really blows.
© 2008 Jessica JReviews
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