What rhymes with ...

A hand at rhyming. I'm not that great at it but it's sure fun!!
Training was a comedy of annoying sounds that would have made one preferred to be doing ANYTHING else, literally.
Absent teeth lip smacking, Big neck heavy breathing (Oh he HAS sleep apnea was all I could think), whistling nose breather, onion lunch belcher, T.V. on high pitched screeching (I thought that was supposed to go away with age. Maybe it's a super power!!), Smoke break every hour.

Here's my poem:

Sleep

Broken dreams that aren’t broken
Just not coherent or linear
Alternate universes of flying feathers
And floating hearts a small token
We whisper against lips and foreheads
Of love and futures
But leave volumes unspoken
It’s okay because we have tomorrow
A thousand of them so we think
Until we are but awoken
Into another dream where we are awake
And live our lives hand in hand or not

Eyes closed or open, let that soak in.

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