The nightly nioses, they start with the rain,
I try to shut them out, but it's all in vain.
These awful noises, they never seem to stop,
they start at the basement, then go right to the top.
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This is a poem that i'm sure many can relate too, the frustration of disurbed sleep is like torture, I hope that you manage to sleep better these days, a great poem from you again Sylvia, love Duncan
Stunted growth, eh? Maybe you should move? Seriously, its a great read and one that lots of us can identify with. Its amazing how everything sounds louder in the dead of night....... Love, Fran xx