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Jul 2018
Nap
Nap


I am still not good to go,
I am still way too weak.
I need to rest my broken bones,
It’s been one Hell of a week.


If I find myself inside a picture box,
I will be lost to the stars and I will look so far gone.
Coyote with an Acme anvil to the head;
I’m feeling dazed and confused and I am in need of my bed.


There is not long now until this day is done,
So fix me up with caffeine and a soak in the tub.
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
It is dragging me down.
Depression seeks my name;
Rainfall beneath a black cloud.


When I need a change, I just can’t catch a break.
I’m starting to feel my age as every part of me aches.
I hear the crack of my joints as I fall to lie down.
I raise an arm with a remote attached;
My legs have given up on me now.


I can’t go any further, but I am home at last,
So I wish you well with your adventures,
But now it is time I took a nap.


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Aa Harvey
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