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Apr 03, 2007 13:05

Sandman

Sleep in your eyes,
sandman sprinkles,
crystalized tears.
Knuckle your eyes and wake up.
This is tomorrow, when new things happen,
when all the maybes aren't used up yet.
Brush the sleep from your eyes,
untangle your legs from your blankets,
yawn like you're drinking in dawn.
It's moving day, it's birthday, it's could day,
it's the day you learn something new,
the day you move the world.
Wake up, be yourself, and not
this warm beloved huddle on my lap.

poem, 100

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