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Aug 2015
Day turns to night
I can not get to sleep
too many thoughts in my head
I grab  some paper and pen
and try to make a rhyme
how will it read this time
I think that it's not a poem
unless it touches our heart
It's not a poem unless it tears us apart
After what is left of what is written down
if it don't get through to you and me
it's not a poem
If the words don't make a lasting impression
on your memory
I feel that I am writing only for me
If I can not get through to you I feel that
It's not really a poem
I thought of this while struggling with insomnia.
Ann M Johnson
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Ann M Johnson  Minnesota ( A Small Pop?)
(Minnesota ( A Small Pop?))   
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