Bedtime Reflections: Poem on Sleep and Love

911 – Hospitals are No Fun”

As the cool wind bellows from the sky;

This girl is going to bed without her guy.

As for tomorrow, another new day;

Hoping all the confusion will go away.

So good night, Ireen, it’s been a pleasure.

Sleep is what I need, in eight-hour measure.

Good night farewell,

Tomorrow will tell.

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