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NightTime Triolet


NightTime Triolet

At eleven PM I go to bed,
for I must give my brain some rest.
I close my eyes and lay my head;
by eleven PM, I’m always in bed.
Though I wish to relax, I find instead
some hot balloons lift up my chest.
So,when, at eleven, I am in bed,
dreams don’t give my brain a rest.

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Written for Poetry Blogroll – Midnight Snack Prompt 005.

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