Sheets of Slumber: A Poem

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Sheets of Slumber

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Bed of sorrow on which I sleep,
A foggy brain which sucks me deep
Into a mire where sticks the boot,
I take a branch, pretend to shoot
What me haunts, the buzzard wot flies,
And in my heart a people dies.

Candy she brought at break of day,
And until noon an unease stayed
Between…