“7.07”

7.07 and I have not been to bed

Not tired, eyes wide open

I can’t sleep

What is the point of bed

 

I shall go and cut the Lawns

Ivy hedge should be first

Restricts my washing on the line

That Ivy spreads in such short time

 

Have a coffee and slice

Of Wholemeal bread

Fresh Walnut Loaf instead

Washing done

And ready to hang

 

Then tackling Garden

As people rise

Maybe later I will have a rest

Right now

The last thing

On my mind

is Bed

 

 

 

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