My mother says I should be a comedian, maybe someday I will... but for now I am just lost in thought.
"I'm sorry, my train of thought left me at the station, holding my bags." ~A
Monday, December 6, 2010
Weary Worker Wavers While Walking
Sleep beckons the weary soul,
while the pillow cries out my name in it's entirety...
the softness of the blankets beckon,
as the dreams start drifting through the mind's eye.....
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