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Now I lay me down to sleep,
But not before – dried food – I eat.
Is it tasty? Hard to tell.
Can’t get over my own smell.
Feet are blistered, back is sore,
Doubt I could have – gone five metres more.
But now like in Elysian Fields, I’ll find repose –
At least until my watch, I suppose.
Padre
Weekend Writing Prompt #143 – Elysian
Yea, I like that one too 🙂
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Excellent piece.
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Not a situation I’d wish find myself in. Well done.
Here’s mine!
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