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It is 9:40 at night and I am spent.

work, doctor visits, dinner, clean, sub plans – my brain is fried, just fried.

Tonight, there is nothing there.
Nothing for my soul to bare,
Not a thing for my mind to clear.

So now, I must find sleep
broken slumber from boys who weep
is bound to awaken me from dreams I wish to keep.

Good night my fellow slicers.

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