“My Tired” My tired, stretches outward, and underwhelms. Staunch narcoleptics,snoring pots and pans to beat the band. The young hold a steady confidence that there will be adequate time to catch up on sleep. There won’t be. Just a dog-eared ledger of lost opportunities….
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