| 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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