Woke up way to early,
On a cold friday morn.
Will have to hope sandman
Returns and I sleep till dawn.
I don't need much sleep,
Hangover from the war.
Don't know how I survived,
When sleep was so deprived.
Good thing I was a sharp shooter,
Who could peel an apple to its core.
A hundred yards is all I needed,
To set my sights for a score.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane