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Twelfthmonth
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Mad Musings
Ah the short days and interminable nights
of Twelfthmonth
Light-laden hours too few to
accomplish but the merest hint
of an ambitious project
Relegated to enjoying the torpor
of hibernal gloaming
Gone to sleep with the Sun,
down-filled duvet tucked up
under my chin, wool cap drawn
down over my eyes
Making up for a sleep-deprived insomniac
Summer, drifting off into comatose slumber,
the fire can go out for all I care
