Friday, November 26, 2010

It Happens Every Time, Mr. Frost

Asleep, I need to keep awake
Poems that plow deep furrows,

Nurturing seeds of promise
I must find time to reap;

When I wake, I find reams,
Reams of shallow promises
Still keeping me asleep.

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