A flower

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  1. Posted November 6, 2022 at 6:49 am | Permalink

    I can’t get no sleep, up at all hours in the morning, scratching my arse and yawning, what am I to do ? What would you do if it was you, i tried the pills, to cure my ills, nothing works it’s the same story every night, lying there staring at the ceiling, it’s a dreadful feeling, tossing and turning in my bed, the wheels in motion going around in my head, I’ll have to get up it’s 3am, I envy the whole lot of them, who can sleep all night, try some other pill I just might, there has to be a way, sure I would pay, but just let me say, it’s no joke, as my red eyes I poke, it’s now 4am, I think I’ll fix myself some bread and jam and another cup of tea, would you rather it was you and not me .
    Anthony Mc Gann.

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