vidal sassoons finest scents brainstorming my fingers,eyes,ears.anything but nose.sunlight already burning its way thru my eardrums to dance a polka inside the brainy little thing called bananasplit.and the wind blows and cries the name of sir edmund hillary except it wasnt him,who pulled the plug and let the toothepaste flow in the loo.it was me,i think? anyway the sweat runs down my back and forth and temples and eyes are drowning in a pool and the drool in my cheek when i woke up again.let me sleep,please!
Selite:
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curtains down, eyelids shut - glass of water with shivering hand. then you can hear the harmonious tune of a gracious band that leads you to the sleep so sound and deep.
And when hearin the PEEP, you will wake up and be sound, vigorous and healthy, again.
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An interesting poem. I like it.
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