When you’ve counted all the sheep
twice done the do bleep
heart pounding
head swimming
just cant seem to slumber
the reality you face
puts your dreams in their place
as you fiddle
on facebook
or twitter
like a VanWinkles maze,
while relaxing on chaise
you think
you thunk
you ponder this thought
perhaps it’s the hand
that fits like a glove
could it be?
I certainly see
all signs point to love.
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