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Insomnia... a beautiful poem.... read it,it's worth it...
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Brad McClain Alcoa, TN
Insomnia
By the breathing pond, While consumed by its misty breath, I met Insomnia. "Why are your eyes wide and soul tired?" "My wife," he replied, "has disappeared into The moonlight." "Can I help you find her?" I asked. "Yes. She's pale with dark features and an Air of peace." "What is her name?" I asked. "Rest."
We looked high upon grassy peaks And low into snowy valleys. At last, we found her Under a tree down by that pond, Having an affair with Slumber. Insomnia lay down beside her, Embraced her, And then Insomnia was no more.
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