Bad Head Blues

Posted on Jan 28, 2012

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Pounding head
Pounding sounds
Seeing red
Everything loud
He wants to sleep
The day away
No-one to greet
This grey day
Bad head blues
He does have
A wee snooze
He’ll not feel bad
Away the cobwebs
And the pounding head
Soft footsteps
He does tread
Sleep does finally come
Into soft dreams
He does run
Contentment it finally brings

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