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Taylor Knapczyk

Snowy Day

One snowy day, my buddy and I went out to play.
We went riding our sleds, on the big hill at Ed's.
Down the hill we both flew, and I lost my shoe!
My buddy just laughed, as he flew past.
And that's the end of our snowy day fun.
See you tomorrow for one more run.

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Insomnia

Everyone is asleep
silence all around, not a peep,
Yet here i sit wide awake
can't sleep again even though its late,
Sleep evades me all the time
that why I'm up writing this rhyme.
Wanting a sleep so deep and natural
but its floating away down stream, like a Spanish mackerel,
really who knows how long I'll be up
maybe out to the kitchen for a warm tea cup
Now what else is there to say,
But looks like this could be a long day.

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Insomniac Night

Night creeps in, so the thoughts begin,
Not to tired, hopefully soon i'll be inspired,
Need something to write, it happens every night,
When the sun goes down, and most people shut down,
My mind continues to run, even though i want the day done,
Turn on the T.V., but there's nothing for me,
This is so annoying, no sleep my mind slowly destroying,
The words now harder to find, dreams and reality becoming entwined,
Need to go lay down again, trying hard to not let insomnia win.

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Sleepless

Its 5a.m and im up again
Sleepless nights they always win.
I lay down in the silence and darkness
Hoping for a sleep of bliss
I have tried it all,
From warm milk, pills to a stress ball.
Nothing seems to help alleviate
Not even alittle time to meditate
This is my curse from now till the end
For sheep to count its time to send.
Tossing and turning,
While my mind is still churning
Its hot no its cold
This feeling is really getting old.
Well now i feel i can slumber,
But screw counting sheep i forget the number.

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