On Sleepy Cloud Nine Poem by Joyce Hemsley

On Sleepy Cloud Nine



As soon as toil of day is over
and aches and pains of life are nigh,
comfort is gained with alcohol...
a 'cup of kindness' standing by.
But oh, it's become an addiction
this drinking of the wine...
alcohol is a kind of depressant
causing lack of awareness on
'sleepy cloud nine'

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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