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Barbara Writes
Barbara Writes
Sep 24, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Snoring


My nerve got the irks
When he reached that high pitch
I try to rest these eyes
As his blast pierce my ears

My mind begins to melt
As understanding starts to boil
In a pool of vast confusion
My serenity takes a dive

Leaves caught in a breeze
Hail on a tin rooftop
Peace on the raven wings
My inner beast starts to roar

Then life returns to me
When my heel took a bribe
— Barbara Writes, Sep 24, 2008

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Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins, Shakespeare, , Emily Dickinson, , , Whitman, Jess Tapper

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Mark

Mark

17 years 8 months ago

LoooL

Put a sock in his mouth ROFL Barbara you look awfly young these days ;) Mark Old bandits are really young rascals.
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 8 months ago

Hi Mark, sock-good idea LOL

Smiles:) Barbara Thanks for the comment, he makes me feel young again at heart, my first grand. he snores as I write thanks Jess, will see about those strips
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 8 months ago

Duct tape, my friend... duct tape...

Actually, in all seriousness, those Breathe Right strips work really well. Laughing at Mark's comment..... she's found the fountain of youth! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "Johnny was a chemist’s son, but Johnny is no more. What Johnny thought was H2O, was really H2SO4...."
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easylife_2

17 years 8 months ago

Good write Barbara

Its good that your grandchild makes you feel young at heart again,and a strong no to the socks and duct tape LOL.Thank you.