I listen to the faucet drip,
the ice-cube maker grind,
and suddenly the perfect quip
comes popping in my mind
I could have used at lunch today
had I been arch and clever ...
instead of what I chose to say,
which was, "OK, whatever."
Insomnia makes all things right.
By day, I'm slow, unsure.
But sleepless in my bed at night,
I'm quite the raconteur.
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