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Debra and group, Here goes my poem You said I go to sleep[ right after dinner. I watch the fight but don't know who'se the winner I miss a lot of things you; say, but come into my world and hey, yo;u would be surprised ho;w wide my eyes can be It is 2 am, I rub my eyes and shake my head, , it's no surprise. The night and I have oft become familiar friends like sticks and drums. My ears hear sounds the daytime hides, the start ;of the heater like the splash o;f the tides, The crackiling sound as warm aira flows, the swish of the covers as I wiggle my toes. My poems come dancing through m;y head, I've just to catch one,, and instead of waiting for the morning sun to rise, they land on paper and to my surprise, my; world gives me the creation of my prize Thanks for listening-Betty; Jo ---------------------------------------------------------------------- To sign-off Parkinsn send a message to: mailto:[log in to unmask] In the body of the message put: signoff parkinsn