Christine can’t sleep and resorts to poetry
I woke when I thought
The night was done.
Looked at the clock
It was only one.
What pulled me away?
What woke me up
What caused my thoughts
To stir the cup?
Can I say, perhaps
A brilliant thought?
Epiphany?
Alas, I cannot.
Simply stated
And for naught
The blogging fact
Is I forgot.
My day to blog
Though I am tired,
I got it in
Under the wire.
So, from North of 43
I once again
Go off to sleep
And to you send
ZZZZZZZZZs

This poem makes sense to me. Similar interruptions of sleep I am sure do happen to a lot of people from time to time.
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Thanks Uta I agree
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Thanks for the comment Uta. On rare occasions when it happens to me I find a cup of hot tea and a chapter of my book soon sends me back to sleep.
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