Late Night Mumblings
And yet again
It's 3am
Before I crawl to bed,
my eyelids drag
Like airport bags,
My limbs have turned to lead
Again so late
And no dream state,
I'm sure that it must be
Since I've run out
Of wool to count,
The sheep are counting me.
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