I live on a main thoroughfare and sometimes sleep is difficult. This poem came out of the irony in the name of the road "Wonderland", suggesting dreamy and sleep infused, but in this case sleep evades it's residents.

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Hissing engines 

Day and night 

Headlights on high beam

Wonderland never sleeps 

Restlessness the residents' friend

As sleep seems far 

In the winter land of London Canada

Snow vehicles plow 

Making way for drivers

Searching for a path

Wonderland never sleeps

In the sunny summer 

When horns of trailers blare and brakes screech

And the loud mufflers of bikes herald their arrival

In the flurry of traffic's steady flow

Sleepy people wait for 

Stillness

One that never comes

As Wonderland stays awake

By Daun Wright

From: Canada