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A loose line's lyric

A man greedily getting his sleepĀ 
While he owes money, the way

He doesn't use his eyes,

Hears only what he wants to hear.

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Shirley Harrison

Blissful in his own ignorance. Maybe I'm even envious, the sleepless nights I've had for the most silly of reasons has just been put into perspective.Ā 

I think dear Rory, the way ... Is redundant in this poem, but that's just my thought dear Poet.Ā 

While he owes money, the way
While he owes money...

Great topic. 🌹

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Rory McGinlay

On concerns about an adult's sleep:

My favourite, Paul SimonĀ 

I don't expect to sleep through the nightĀ 

It's normal H.Ā 

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Rory McGinlay

Happy to here your a fan. I'll divulge a dark secret, I don't know if a woman is a woman if she doesn't like PaulĀ 

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Shirley Harrison

It's not the sex of a person it's the soul. 🌹 

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Shirley Harrison

Sound of silence would be too easy, I wanted to mix it up. 🤣  

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Marion

I don't like Paul... I've been told I'm a woman
But who knows in this day and age
Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

Oblivious ..........would be a great titleĀ 

Just saying! šŸ˜‚Ā 
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Rory McGinlay

To quote Sylvia Plath: The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

What if he should read it some day.
He'll know it's him, this is a fortnightly occurrence.

I don't have the gutsĀ 

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Shirley Harrison

I love Sylvia Plath she was the underdog in her marriage and she was smarter than anyone writer her husband knew it as he was also a writer and probably that's why she killed herself, that's why she wrote such dark stuff. And why she wrote that quote.

(You don't need guts to write a poem on paper you just need guts to share it) Shirley quoteĀ 

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