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Midnight passed so long ago
Still I keep writing, yes, I know
Eyes are weary from the day
Closing slowly, all the way
Pencil drops on paper’s lap
Perhaps it’s time to take a nap
No, wait, I simply cannot stop
Words will disappear, then pop
Out of my overloaded mind
Never again will I find
The ones to finish the final verse
Falling asleep is really a curse
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
I can totally relate to that…. lol!
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I think we all can lol!! 🙂
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That may be very true… lol!
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😴
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Wake up, Richard!!! 🙂
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Eh…wha!
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You were snoring
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Sorry, it’s the weather.
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Rainy and dreary here, good reason to stay in bed
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😄
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often I have gotten up and written down something that popped into my head so I wouldn’t forget it in the morning.
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I keep my phone next to me and use the note app to write, mostly in the wee hours, so I don’t wake anyone 🙂
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