brian roy skyers
Alas the dawn
Though the night sets the bodies clock
The mind decides when it’s time to rock
Stirred, eyes wide and bright
The body knows it’s lost the fight
Might as well a letter write or torment
will result from the fight
pointless then to count sheep after sheep
leave that to little Bo Peep
downed wine or sweet elyxer
kicks in with the dawn and it’s now time to stir.
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