I Dream No More
I Snore no More
I use to sing in a choir
I use to sing by a camp fire
Now I dream no more.
Now I snore no more
For I have a kink in my neck
That is a fatal wreck.
Was it from the noose
That pulled it loose?
Was it it from the compassionate knees
That massage my back
Until it cracked?
So now I dream no more
I snore No More.
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POETIC SKETCHES
PoetrySketched in black and white - a series of poems dealing with a number of ideas.
