part of the disease
trying to be the cure
Monday, July 30, 2012
The Sandman's Toast
I drink to those out living;
a skotch to those afraid
a gin to those too lonely
for those who fight to stay awake
They are saved a little while
but someday they must sleep.
Safe only are the ones like me
who sleep but never dream.
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