The brain is a wonderous thing...especially during that time between waking and sleeping.
Upon Waking Easter Morning, 2008
It is so tired in here
That I am trying to rhyme "broccoli" and "spinach",
Relating each to presidential race '08:
Does McCain eat his broccoli?
And--in perfect reason--to musicals:
Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously...
6:30
is too early
for anyone but the poet in me
apparently
the poet thrives on four hours of sleep
© H.D. Mar. 23, 2008
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