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There was a man who didn't know how to sleep; nodding
off every night into a drab, unprofessional sleep.
he'd grown so tired of sleeping.
He tried reading The Manual of Sleep, but it just put him
That same old sleep that he had grown so tired of
He needed a sleeping master, who with a whip and a
chair would discipline the night, and make him jump through
hoops of gasolined fire.
Someone who could make a tiger sit
on a tiny pedestal and yawn .
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