This is a poem I wrote over ten years ago during a three day bout of insomnia. It's still just as applicable today.
Now I lay me
down to sleep.
I pray, dear muses,
don't make a peep.
Let me sleep sound
'till morning light,
and I swear to you,
then I shall write.
But keep me awake,
deny me dreams
and I shall be too tired
to write anything!
This is your last chance
so shut up now
or 'twill be morning
without sleep, anyhow.
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Who is
- Mrs. Z
- I watched Happy Days as a kid and Mrs. "C" was a tremendous role model. Then I grew up and became a Zwermann. Mrs Z is so much easier to say. Anyway, since you're here, you probably should know that I write. I write about real things and I make up pretend things to write about, too. It's really kind of awesome you're here reading some of my work. Thank you!!
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