There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

by Maya Angelou

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she took the kids help me
to some research studies, intelligent people are insomniacs. As IQ increases so as the sleep decreases.
tthe narrator should have more life in her voice
Simple yet beautiful
Nice concept for a poem well done hey
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