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Jun 2018
Its past my bed time.
Lids are heavy.
Feet ache for comfort of bed.

Its way past my bed time.
Sounds amplify.
Mind wanders for dreamland.

Its way way past my bedtime.
Lights turned off.
This day is done.

Goodnight
Glad the day is over...
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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