The first one was from my brother. The others are mine.
Harold Reynolds
The final frontier:
Sleep. As it embraces me
The meeting fades out.
Massaging my head
With the table wakes me up.
The meeting drags on.
You do more work in
The stall whose chair does not flush.
Relief must be brief!
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