Monday, February 5, 2024

Owlers stole counting sheep

Owlers stole counting sheep
The night a twisted knot
Without dreams and shut eye
The air a Rorschach blot

Restless legs are rustling
On rungs without climbing
Pennies for my thoughts that
Are nickel and diming
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