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My speech becomes impeded
It’s rather hit or miss
I jumble words incoherently
Get frustrated, then there’s this
The comments from my family
They’re amused by what I say
Daughter says I should write a poem
Hubby smiles, then runs away
Tripping over one’s own tongue
I guess that’s better than my feet
Being able to laugh at myself
Even in the hour of defeat
Simply means that I’m okay
It’s my brain, I say, “misfired”
But truth of the matter is just this
What I really am, is tired!!
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Ohhh, Dorinda!!! Wish I could give you a Big Bear hug and whisper in your ear and let you know how much you have meant to Me and my writing!! I always keep you in my thoughts and prayers, Dear One!!
xoxoxo 💖🌹🌹😢😢
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I accept your hug at a safe distance lol Thank you, Chuck. This quarantine is starting to get to me, but we’ll get through it!! Many blessings, dear friend.
xoxoxo
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Oh boy, do I know this. Hopefully rest will come this weekend.
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No rest for the weary. lol Hope you got some rest. Take good care of you!
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Thanks. You too!
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All moms everywhere know the tongue-tripping tired feeling.:-) Nice poem. I hope you get some good sleep tonight.
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Thanks, Priscilla! I wish I could blame my kids but they’re adults. My youngest is 30, so…
I slept. 😉
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