Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Wednesday




And turmoil


And there she was
Slumbering in her gentle revere
Not a care in the world
More than sleep
She was getting rest
Rest that fickle creature
One minute it is your friend
Then it deserts you
And in its wake leaves only restlessness
And turmoil



Chris McQueeney     2/18/15    9:50 A.M.
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1 comment:

  1. Brian Miller2/19/15, 5:55 AM

    sleep while you can...cause it is def not promised...

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