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Hide and Sleep

Everyone has gone to bed

But I am not alone, instead

The company that's left for me

Is Parkinson's inside my head.

The sandman is knocking on my door,

Parkinson's says, "Not anymore.

Sleep I will deny. Even though you try

It will not wash upon your shore.

I am now your unwelcome guide.

A seat for you, you're on my ride."

I contemplate my fate as it gets late

And how I might stem this tide.

You've won the battle, but not the war.

I'll win the day; fight tooth and claw.

Take my sleep, it's yours to keep.

Now in your face, I'll slam that door.

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