In those wee small hours 🤣

Back betwixt my thinking I go pondering once again

Shuffling scattered thoughts amidst those shelves inside my brain

I am cleaning out cobwebs and unclogging my drain

As inspiration ebbs and flows within a wax and a wane...
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But my imagination has a mind of it’s own

Whilst wandering off into tangents when I am all alone

Thoughts spring into action like a buzz on a telephone

And at stupid o’clock any sleep will be overthrown..
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Yes indeed I try I request myself to  rest

But that haphazard head of mine is such a pest

Coz like a bat out of hell it zips it’s zest

Yup its in the wee small hours of the night when I can conjure up my very best 🤣