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Morning Sonnet 4
Sleep has made a fiend out of me
Every night I try to hold out
And in the morning, painfully
I do what I can to keep the light out
Sleep took the love I had for night
Sleep, the jealous nagging wife
The only true cure for my plight
Is the one who threatens my life
Sleep is pulling me below
It waits down there for me to drown
And when my breathe comes low and slow
Sleep anoints me with its crown
Sleep takes from me time and energy
But all is forgiven in a dream
