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Ryex
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The Hours Past Midnight ~Ryex said:Whilst I pondered weak and weary, upon a night most dreary – or something like, the poem goes – I came upon a needle stack, and could not find the hay.
it is trying to describe the feeling you get when your really tired and still trying to concentrate on some thing. for example it's 1 in the morning and your still trying to read your history text book and nodding off every sentence and rereading each sentence three times.
ALSO: while I'm looking for out side opinion, if that opinion is "thats not a poem" then you best be quite. I have this as defense, a published poem by Ogdon Nash
Ode to a Baby ~Ogdon Nash said:A bit of talcum, is always walcum