Night Poet
Submitted by familyfunandfaith on Tue, 2006-05-02 00:47
I cannot lay here still
so I rise, turning on the light
I find paper to fill
with poetry describing the night.
I shudder with a chill,
and my goose bumps are a sight.
I need a quick meal
but I would much rather write.


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