But here's the latest "sleep-poetry" I've found.
I awoke a couple of weeks ago and found on a piece of paper next to my bed, the slightly illegible words:
"MY COMPUTER TELLS ME THAT I'M SEXY
BUT THAT'S OKAY
BECAUSE I'M PREGNANT."
Hm. Not sure what I was thinking about, or why that was so deep. But it's a keeper. Maybe I'll actually write a real poem based on that first line.
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