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As a small child, I always fought sleep.
Never going to bed without making a peep.
I was the opposite of quiet-
I started bedtime riots.
Now what I wouldn't give to lay in bed counting sheep.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (1)
I love your writing style, and this is my favorite limerick so far. It’s so universally felt.