With no glass slippers to spare And with the absence of tears And a godmother left for vacation I stare and squint and try to conjure up lines At the strike of midnight. Ears erect, naturally awake with no coffee mugs to share my burden I write, think, and create Fervently Ready to prance and consume nocturnal ideas.
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Insomniella
November 29, 2007
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