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Poem Number 8982
who would ever think eyelids could weigh so much
---Anonymous
guess the sandman has filled them with sand
---Anonymous
burning and itching they bid me lay down--yet i have so much to do
---Anonymous
the effort's to great to fight them-so i know they are going to win
---Anonymous
before my will goes dormant and my eyes close their shades for the night
---Anonymous
let me read the poetry page one last time-nourishment for my dreams
---Anonymous
Commentary:
Cute Anon! I like to read before I go to sleep, so I can relate to the poem and the message. Like it. "Sadness"
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It's relative.
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--cool--fighting for a last look--a love poem to poetry--window watcher
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does the last look ever get to rest? could it be so?
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anon do you ever have a last word----why don't you ever sign---is irritating the ----out of people your hobby---why do you spend more time commenting on the the comments than the poems---who are you trying to convince of what---i doubt it's working--window watcher
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I'll answer you, but you get to have the last word. WhY? Because I am OBSESSED with AHA and all that it stands for, whether or not I am a perfectionist about the truth be told...This is my Idea of Heaven. That is more Evident than ...could it be more evident than my love for something, maybe everything worth loving. A last word. You may discover.
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i especially love the last line, nourishment for my dreams. good job. ms.
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