Staying Up Late Poem by John Dustman

Staying Up Late

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Tonight I sit here all alone
With the world at my fingertips

Being carried to parts unknown
Yes, there is numbing in my hips

Just one more hour I tell myself
Just a few more searches, that's all

I'll put my head back on the shelf
'Long as there's nothing to enthral

Dumple ~ April,2006

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