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Jan 2015
Like I call it
A sign of a tired soul
The eyelids turn heavy,
And unable to function
Muscle does not contract
But do relax
And the head turns heavy still
You fall off the chair
Or your pen fall off your hand
And wakes you up
You ignite it up
Once again
But fails and fall again!
I call you ,
Wink wink
Go to bed and share your story
The next day!
Rest is worth a day full of concentration ,so if you mind your tommoro ,have enough rest.
Kirui Frank Junior
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Kirui Frank Junior  28/M/Bomet county-Kenya
(28/M/Bomet county-Kenya)   
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