
A short, light poem about my dad and his sleep habits.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 53 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-09-04 - id: 1546714
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Almost every single night
my father falls asleep
on the couch and not his bed.
He wakes up hours later
and turns off all the lights;
He puts the cats out on the porch
and locks up all the doors.
And then he goes into his room
and falls asleep again.
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