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a wolf howls
on a sunny hill
a child holds its first coffe
the taste of caffine over whelming
why must i
go without
this wonder full thing
called sleep
i cannot dream
of packs
packs of my brother wolves
running past me
in their burning glory
i cannot dream
of the one i love
a moment of sleep
to set me free

i am a misuderstood lunatic

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The following comments are for "sleep"
by schindees

a child holds its first coffe

ths line grabbed my reflects a mature experience for a yet young mind....
careful ur way


( Posted by: fairgrace [Member] On: April 23, 2006 )

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