Wee Hours
There is no sleep
when an old brain wakes
There is no dream
when the dark night breaks
Each sound spins up
when the ear grasps creaks
Each mouse ear jumps
when a wide yawn peaks
No drink will calm
when poured in a glass
No marks are made
when a scratch meets ass
Barry G. Wick
There is no sleep
when an old brain wakes
There is no dream
when the dark night breaks
Each sound spins up
when the ear grasps creaks
Each mouse ear jumps
when a wide yawn peaks
No drink will calm
when poured in a glass
No marks are made
when a scratch meets ass
Barry G. Wick
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