| Staring at the popcorn ceiling Replaying conversations had With images formed by tired eyes * Elvis with the body of a lion Debating the color of red roses * A flying cow with the feet of a duck Singing the national anthem * An enormous pine Dancing to the rhythm in my head * And a sweet little girl with pig tails Reciting great works of philosophy * If only sleep would come The images would float away And peace would ensue * * *end* |
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