The cousin of Death.
I guess...
Naps are nieces,
And Insomnia...
Must be,
the red-headed
step child
nobody liked
called Life.
Grandmother Dreams
With her soft spoken words,
And
giggling plate full of cookies,
Grandfather Time
keeps watch of us all.
Those nephews of nightmare
stay up all night,
even past last call.
While the drunken uncle,
My mind,
Makes no Sense
of
it
all.
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