Restless
When all is well
and dogs do sleep
the lame do rest
but I awake
lie in wait
at the heavy sighs
of misery and complacency
of maladjusted mediocre
standards that do tell
of how we...sleep
on a cold, restless
December eve
in the winter
of our discontent
and dogs do sleep
the lame do rest
but I awake
lie in wait
at the heavy sighs
of misery and complacency
of maladjusted mediocre
standards that do tell
of how we...sleep
on a cold, restless
December eve
in the winter
of our discontent
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