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Jul 2016
Like an insomniacs
blood shot weary eyes
on a true ******
I get NO SLEEP
Try as I may, no single
remedy known to man
can alleviate my condition
Virtually zombie like
I stumble about in a
semi-sleep walking
stupor that pushes me
to my limits
Counting sheep is not
a viable option and yet
sleep medicines have
no effect on my soul
I challenge myself to
a mental game of chess
testing my resolve and
surrender my brain
function to peaceful slumber.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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   Keith Wilson
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