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April 29, 2015

    Poetry

    Awake

      The cuckoo clock coos once. Dad’s snores echo through the house. I roll onto my side, still wide-awake. My eyes are tired but my mind keeps running. I have to be alert. Those snores could stop any moment; I must be ready. (c) Sanch Vee @ Sanch Writes (29 April 2015)   Image Source: Pixabay  …

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