At three in the morning I used to be sleeping an untroubled
sleep in my bed.
But lately at three in the morning I'm tossing and turning,
Awakened by hypochondria, and gas, and nameless dread,
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(Three (O'Clock) In The Morning by Judith Viorst.) **Totally resonable.
That my girlhood has gone and I'll now have to manage without it. They tell me that I'm heading into my prime. From the previews I do not expect To be crazy about it. a very good poem. tony