Poetry By Glen Woods
Thursday, April 05, 2007
just ten more minutes
slowly awakened by the nudge of first light,
pulled from sleep's enchantment with
memories quelled by the fog of weary muse,
I yawn and fall asleep.
5 April 2007 by Glen Alan Woods
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