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He’s a slouch sell out and he’s well tired.

Well, I don’t sleep very well. I kinda toss and turn at night. Sometimes I would awake from dreaming and check the clock. Make that every night, usually around 4am, sometimes earlier. Oh another hour to sleep, and I drift into something like sleep, awake at 5am and I’ll close my eyes and wait for the magic hour. I know my body needs more sleep. Chime! 6am. Cue, I can truly awake now.

Sad story. So I need something like this to make me laugh. (I’m sorry this post has only one similarity to yesterday’s poem. It’s nocturnal. So it is acceptable by my standards.)