Sleep Never Comes When It Is Wanted
I can not get to sleep,
I have counted many sheep,
I've tossed and turned,
I have been moon-burned,
But still I can not get to sleep,
I've thought of the memories I shall keep,
I've picked at my nails,
I've listened to the gales,
But I still can not get to sleep,
Copyright © Isobel Whitehead | Year Posted 2011
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