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I want to be asleep

and I've been trying to get there

I close my eyes and wait

but the chance of REM seems rare

Another hour passes and

I'm still watching Blanche go on dates

It seems yet another episode

of the Golden Girls is my fate

I don't know how much more of

this rhyming I can do

and the cacophony of snoring loves

Oh! to be asleep like you!

So I write a funny poem

words with rhythm and rhyme

and later in the morning I'll see them

those bags under my eyes.

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