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"What about mirages?"

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Tired.

Eyelids are still
heavy with sleep.
I feel them
closing,
I feel like
I'm drifting--
and yet,
I'm still
standing up.
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8 comments:

  1. SusannahJanuary 30, 2011 at 1:52 PM

    I know that feeling! :-)

    Nice writing.

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  2. Jane DoeJanuary 30, 2011 at 2:51 PM

    That's great! I've so been there!

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  3. Paul Andrew RussellJanuary 30, 2011 at 3:14 PM

    Oh my, I now this feeling. :-) I used to work nights, fell asleep on my feet many times. I wouldn't have believed it was possible until I did it. lol (I once fell asleep washing my face, really!).

    Lovely writing.

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  4. AnonymousJanuary 30, 2011 at 6:03 PM

    your words are always witty.

    keep it up..



    welcome join us tonight within an hour, have fun!
    Thanks for the inspirations and dedications..

    Happy Writing!

    ;)

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  5. Brother OllieJanuary 31, 2011 at 5:40 AM

    You were at work? No school?

    Good one JB.

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  6. AnonymousJanuary 31, 2011 at 6:16 AM

    I hate when that happens.

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  7. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 31, 2011 at 8:31 AM

    It's first thing the next morning, and I STILL feel like that:)

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  8. Rachel HoytFebruary 2, 2011 at 9:19 AM

    Beautiful description. I definitely know that feeling... I hope it doesn't happen again today. :)

    My Pantry poem: Chitter Chatter on Early Employment.

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