Gupta-Carlson poems

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Saturday, April 18, 2015

Sleep

(Prompt from Poetic Asides was to create a poem with words that contained two particular vowels.)

Sleep watches me
keep my eyes and ears alert
and then
enacts the spell that
makes me yawn and fall asleep.
Posted by Himanee Gupta-Carlson at 7:59 PM
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