A Night of Dashing
A Night of Dashing
Little round circles, circles of red,
Peering out those lonely lashes.
Two little suns waiting for setting,
Relieved to know…the bright lights stop flashing.
Tiny little cries…”Turn me on with endless sleep.
Just you and me I say, if not for long we will be clashing.
At last we awaken, red no more,
With a gleam of excitement, for tonight’s night of dashing!
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