Living Proof
These days,
like it or not,
most nights
have a wide-awake hole
in their middle;
and I don’t like it
or at least I didn’t,
at first;
but now
I’ve gotten used to it.
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RDP Thursday
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
I suffer the same affliction occasionally, Ron. Nice poem. 🙂
Yes it does seem to appear now-a-days. I donut like it either. Thanks for joining in Ron 😀