My Bedpost And Dark Nights
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Darwin Henry Beuning
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Another night of going to bed and staying awake.
I curl up on the right side of the bed,
Resting my head on the palm of my left hand,
But, at times, I grab the bedpost with my left hand,
Fearing that if I let go, I'll drift to places
I don't want to go.
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