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iPad Insomnia

It's the wee small hours of the morning
And I should be fast asleep
But I've been dragged awake by iPad's
Invidiously intruding bleep.
Another sleepless writer friend
In need of a chat  
So we while way the odd hour
Swapping ideas on this and that
Until the conversation
Comes to its end
A thumbs up emoticon signals
Goodnight from my good friend.
But, I'm still wide awake,
Words pouring through my brain
Like an unstoppable waterfall or
A torrential cold driving rain:
Words demanding  to be recorded
Metered, Rhythmed and rhymed
And by the time that's done
It's close to getting up time.
A quick head down for a doze until
The clock radio's insistent beep
To tell me it's that time
To rouse myself from sleep.
Now I love my little IPad
And I love the power of the word
But the way they combine to feed
Insomnia is more than just a little absurd
In the wee small hours of the morning
When lack of sleep makes things bleak
And we struggle from our clinging bed
Feeling tired, drained and  weak.
My iPad  sits on the bedside table
Ready for the start of a new day;
Really I should shut it down and
For a little while put the thing away.

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