M. Nęssum
Spring 2004
In bed

I lie in bed
it is late, I should sleep
but first I must
sort out the stuff
in my head

What to through out
and what to keep

I do this every night
hoping I through away the right stuff.
Sometimes I make a mistake,
then my dreams help me,
they know what to save
But dreams cannot erase
stuff I have decide wrongfully to keep.
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