By Charles Robert Lindholm
He’s Always Searching For Me
In The Wee Hours
Of The Night
He Sneaks Around So Quietly
Sometimes I Have To Hold My
Breath So He Can’t Hear Me
And Take Me Away
From My Beloved
Muse
And Our Midnight
Rendezvous’
But The Sandman
Always Finds Me
He’s Like A Blood Hound
Hunting Its Prey
The Sandman
Has The Soul
Of A Bounty Hunter
And Always Returns,
To Drag Me Away
To Bed
And Away
From The Whispers
Of My Muse
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