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May 2014
Sandman catch me if you can,
I will not succumb to your dust
as I am awake, no sleep needed as
I am staying up till dawn it is a must.

You set your traps, reality TV, a
boring show as my yawns happen
repeatedly. I'm not having that,
loud music keeps my senses alive
and vibrates my  yawns to dust.

Sandman I will not surrender,
to your want of sleep, I will win
this battle as my eyes awake,
but slowly succumb as my head
nods forward then back, like a
cradle swaying, my mind is hazy
is lack of sleep driving me crazy.

I see the dawn break, I have won
this round Mr Sand Man, I am
still awake, but my joy is short
lived as I'm shocked awake.

Well played my friend, as I
look to the window pitch black
only moments have passed, I
surrender to my needs, as
my head hits the pillow. The
Sandman sprinkles his dust,
the sandman always wins he
never sleeps on the job.
Sweet dreams
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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