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Sleep Is Hard To Come By Nowadays
And, now I lay me down to sleep, For another wretched night of counting sheep! Lord, should I expire before I awake, Please allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake! The cat has leaped upon the bed, And snuggles closely nigh my head, Purring as loud as a Mack truck diesel engine, Then bounces on my chest like a frenzied injun! The neighbors' worthless mutts begin their nightly serenade. It sounds as if outside my window there's a whole brigade! For awhile things settle down and all is as quiet as a mouse, Until I'm awakened by the thunderous snoring of my spouse! The blaring klaxon of the midnight freight is heard a mile away. The inconsiderate engineer lays on the horn as if it were a runaway. To top it all the crickets begin their atonal chirping prattle. I'm beginning to think a good nights sleep is a losing battle! I shove ear plugs in my ears but they don't do a bit of good. The clock strikes three so it looks like sleep ain't a liklihood. Lord, again I make a plea that should I decease before I wake, Please, won't you allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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