tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post2870721863091740869..comments2023-05-25T08:13:49.192-05:00Comments on the platitudes of willful resemblance: only sleep eases painJhon Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05952691262605706711noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post-29623233613692057802011-01-14T09:18:02.688-06:002011-01-14T09:18:02.688-06:00We may never be sure about time; about how long th...We may never be sure about time; about how long the meds will hold out, but we'll always be sure that we've been strong enough to make it this far. I know we'll be strong enough to make it to the next bend, and that's all we have to worry about. Just get to the next bend; the next fork in the road...KMShearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10633598906724604369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post-89023260130480656542011-01-12T04:21:47.961-06:002011-01-12T04:21:47.961-06:00Sleep is the one part of my day where I am nothing...Sleep is the one part of my day where I am nothing, and I like feeling/being nothing for a few brief hours..<br /><br />great poem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post-80629711948686688502011-01-11T22:39:09.377-06:002011-01-11T22:39:09.377-06:00sleep that knits the cares--I think Hamlet said th...sleep that knits the cares--I think Hamlet said that, though Shakespeare. Yup, you're right.<br /><br />I grew up in Elmhurst, used to stare down the tracks at what I thought was variously a watch factory or an Ovaltine factory.Chuck Taylor, Poethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06569009499470148098noreply@blogger.com