Nightly to daily,
a view of these addictions;
it steals to give.
Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. Very grateful to have found this other opportunity to expose things to the light.
How does it work?
Great third line! 😎
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Not one for me, no;
Quick and ready for it?
Morpheus, no yes.
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