. . . when is it . . tha ya know tha ya know 

he tossedturned  adjusted his pillow TOSSedrefused to open his eyes   in his headYa miss Im tryin to sleep here

We were too except it kept occurring to us   So . . O Captain! my Captain! Rise up and hear the bells;/Rise up –

   Cute Whitman  he was awakeeyes still closed 

                                                     I think hed be with me  Let us sleep woudya 

We cant . . 

. . So yare dragging me in . into your insomnia

Its not insomnia 

                Just a question tha occurred tha we coudnt answer coudnt put away We thought our agitation like a unceasing washingmachine spincycle woudavewakened ya

I like spincycles humm of bees hummingbird wings bamboo windchimes they soothe me

   Our distress soothed you

Ya got it

         Ifya kept your mouths shut I woudave slept through your wondering  Coudnt it have waited till morning

It is morning . . 

. . Not yet four . . 

. . Thas morningyah

   Whos the esquire 

                          I donwanna debate

Then please . . . answer the question

he yawnedscratched his balls Again

we asked When is it tha ya know tha ya know

When yaknow in your gut your fibers

   Like when you fell in love

Yes

      Oughta run tape ansee for yourselves

O

Clever keepin up the Whitman hOmage

they giggled 

Can we call it a night go back to sleep

Yasure 

        Thank you

Welcome 

       as he turned onto his sidebent his legs leftie jumpedup onto the bed an curled behind his knees  she was an organ-ic sedative  hed be asleep in minu . . . . . 

Look  Hes already there 

                            Lucky duck

                                               

prior to 0400  sometime,  Monday,  10  4. 23

1012,  Monday – MindDay – MineDay

Erykah Badu  Sometimes  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mco-DRNcHw8