i'm comfortable now
with the squirrels tiptoeing
on my roof
even tho it is not their roof
they have secrets they can't share
that keeps me awake
it's hard to rest
when even your sleep
robs you of your dreams
the squirrels are dancing
and i wonder what my poems are worth
roughly one kilobyte
says my computer
and i would have to agree with that
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