Oh bed you seem so inviting,
Yet your pull is not enough
I must keep on writing, writing.
Stories slip with speed across my mind.
I dare not stop or they will escape.
I try to keep on repeating so I can find
Them one more time.
Oh bed I know you are still calling,
I am sorry to keep ignoring your desire.
One more line to write before falling,
Into bed to rest my oh so weary head,
Till morning.
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