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May 18, 2014 | by  | in Arts Online Only Poetry |
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“Semi-Sonnet For My Slumber”

My dearest sleep, you are but dreams,
A world I briefly conquer.
Though ‘twould be wise to leave your arms
I wish to bear them longer.
For life is grand when times of rest
Are numerous and extensive
I find with word counts, tests, and lectures
Time doth grow expensive.
So fare-thee-well, thy sweetest plain
From which I must embark.
And know I shall return again
For moments in the dark.
But I’ve got like five assignments that I’ve left until the last minute so…
You know how it is.

 

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  1. Ma says:

    Your mother loves you and she loves this… I so get it! Ma xxx

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