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I am a veritable mixture of creatures, my
brain is a crocodile snapping at me, my
stomach demands sugar with cockroach
tenacity, my mind reacts like a bear
in need of hibernation, as I remain
fatigued I suspect it is my annual
autumn experience of desire for
hibernation kicking in
There must be an overflow of bear genes in my
evolutionary gestation, I always fall asleep in
autumn, cannot remain awake without special
mixtures, sugar and sugar and sugar, oh wait
that is probably the cockroach in me, I feel
well for an hour at most and then droops
like a wilted flower, every year I
lament this phenomenon in writing
And as usual, there is no help
forthcoming…
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