Ted Sheridan

Over Slept - Poem by Ted Sheridan

I tried to escape but could not
My best not good enough
I was forced to remain seated
Till the world stopped
And someone yelled aloud
it was the end of the line

2008 © TS

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 24, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 7, 2008

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