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Ten thirty two,not late for me.
No chance of sleeping, just my phone and me.
Another forty eight, on the T.V.
Ate early, so I'm getting hungry.
A shout out to my fellow non sleepers.
Think I'll get up and put on my slippers.
Quietly slithering down into the kitchen.
To see what's  in the frig,instead of laying and bitchin. 
Or maybe a walk,to see the stars.
I'm not the kind to end up in bars.
Hopefully no anxiety and down to the E.R.
Try to stay mellow,because the hospital is so far.
I'm sure I'll be fine, my wife keeps me calm.
And no wants to see me go off like a bomb.