Sleep,sleep

I had wound up the day .Slipped onto sleep and woke up at 3 for another poem a day .Thus would be 2120- something .

Hibiscus was truly growing.That was then.

In December, this day,it is 2187.Seems I am outpacing Emily the posthumous poet, the envelope poet.

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