I woke when I thought
The night was done.
Looked at the clock
It was only one.
What pulled me away?
What woke me up
What caused my thoughts
To stir the cup?
Can I say, perhaps
A brilliant thought?
Epiphany?
Alas, I cannot.
Simply stated
And for naught
The blogging fact
Is I forgot.
My day to blog
Though I am tired,
I got it in
Under the wire.
So, from North of 43
I once again
Go off to sleep
And to you send
ZZZZZZZZZs
A World Apart 
And a poet to boot. Very clever
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Very clever, indeed! You may not have solved the mystery of why we sometimes wake up in the dead of night, but you brought me a smile, and for that, my thanks!
Don’t forget to share any epiphanies you might have on the whys, please 🙂
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Ha ha thank you for your kind comments
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Or at least a loose interpretation of one.
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Reblogged this on I choose how I will spend the rest of my life and commented:
Christine can’t sleep and resorts to poetry
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Thanks JB
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Can’t say I take blogging as so important that it interrupts my snooze time.
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Then I think you have exactly the right perspective on these things
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