I sit as still & quiet as the darkened night around me. Restless & worn by a long day's beating.. what quarrels are keeping me from my slumber? what little pesky thought refuses to settle in the back of my mind??
Ah but if only the sheep would face their challange and jump the fence that keeps them from my counting...
1.....
2...
3 ... & it fizzles like an 89 pinto. I rev it! Yet it refuses to start... pitter patter. .. thunka dunk...
fuck it, where's the niquil??
A girl takes what she can get no?
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