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She said she loved my writing skills
I hoped she would love me instead
It can start with the writing thrills
I would rather we start in bed
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Counting sheep till we fall asleep
Though I prefer to name famed cats
Morris and Maurice in one sweep
Pretending there were never rats
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The middle of the night, a sound
Reverberates across our heads
Someone’s awake and it’s not round
It’s longish, brutish and it spreads
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I try to forget its standing
Ovation to a time long gone
It keeps steadily expanding
It’s still not morning, Don Juan
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Comments (1)
Lol, I enjoyed this one a lot! Well done!