The bright light of daylight,
Awakens me all too soon.
Seems I had just layed down,
And now it's time to get up.
How do I account for time asleep?
Not always just rest related.
I have some potent dreams,
But alas they are forgot on arising.
Parts of them I recall later,
And they become a poem of sorts.
Can't let an idea vanish from my mind,
As at times I get a good one I can print.
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Ron
Love ya!
Jane