The Coming O'ClockA Poem by Desert KnaveInsomnia's Locks
I am dreading
The coming o'clock And trying to pick Insomnia's locks I don't need it To be very deep I just need it To be some sleep I am dreading The coming o'clock And trying to pick Insomnia's locks Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2024
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2 Reviews Added on August 20, 2024 Last Updated on August 20, 2024 AuthorDesert KnavePhoenix, AZAboutI am in my mid-60's, a manic-depressive, seldom impressive, often recessive poet who loves the ocean, rain, the desert, and playing with rhyme. I am a native Arizonan, a Virgo, and a hair metal fan an.. more..Writing
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