My brain snapped again.
Nothing is quite like spending the day,
Eating poppyseed muffins,
Offered by the ghost,
Of Magnum P.I.
They taste delicious.
- mine, in response to a time my insomnia kept me awake for about a week, many years ago.
Corey, I'm enjoying your poems on your blog. As far as insomnia goes, Maddie gave me an idea--why don't you try reading, or listening to Tennyson, the most musical of poets? Check out her recent post and her music for "Crossing the Bar." If you put the song on repeat you might be able to get to sleep the next time the insomnia hits! And now for some poppyseed muffins . . .
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