Graze off into slumber
where I have your number.
No more tangible memory bliss
with another midnight kiss.
Talk it over and go downtown
and don’t miss the 420 train packed down.
No mispronounced syllables to represent
with the words that have been heart sent.
Sleep deep into bliss
and forget all you miss.
Stare off into space
and wipe all the tears from your face.
Make another slumber sacrifice
and perk up and try to act nice.

04/05/2000

Posted on 12/16/2003
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