A Triolet to make my day - sponsored by Andrea Dietrich 06/23/26
The stars are peeking down at me I'm dog tired, and begin to weep And still awake, it’s half past three The stars are peeking down at me The land of nod I crave to see I have given up counting sheep The stars are peeking down at me I'm dog tired, and begin to weep
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