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Dec 2015
You have to know something
About me

I can never sleep
On Sundays

I always seem
To awake

So I am
Up late

Monday's are the worst
When you haven't had
No sleep

For some reason
You can't explain

Sundays aren't my day
eileen
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   Christina Cox
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