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i was
i was not
i was not going
i was not going to
i was not going to write
i was not going to write a
i was not going to write a poem
i was not going to write a poem about
i was not going to write a poem about food
BUT i ate caribou coffee ice cream so now i’m awake
i ate caribou coffee ice cream so now i’m awake
i ate caribou coffee ice cream so now i’m
i ate caribou coffee ice cream so now
i ate caribou coffee ice cream so
i ate caribou coffee ice cream
i ate caribou coffee ice
i ate caribou coffee
i ate caribou
i ate
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a poem in my pocket 
Jun 18, 2015 @ 06:01:50
With too much caffeine, I think my eyes will fall together.
Jun 18, 2015 @ 16:52:11
…do you mean cross-eyed, Bjorn? 🙂
Jun 18, 2015 @ 16:55:17
Or maybe without the caffeine 😉
Jun 18, 2015 @ 17:03:09
ah…sweet sleep
Jun 17, 2015 @ 07:17:31
I’ve had that feeling before! Great poem.
Jun 17, 2015 @ 09:37:10
Thanks for your comment! (best to avoid any form of caffeine at night)
Jun 17, 2015 @ 16:16:28
You’re right!