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Sleepy Head

Sleepy Head

I wish I was now in my bed
Laying down my heavy head
Having some Zzzz’s

As I never seem to get it right
When the daylight turns to night

Morning then comes as a blur
As I never seem to stir

I then all of a suddenly see
Morning has by-passed me

I must therefore be wasting life
Maybe I should get a wife

(just messing)

Nite, nite

DAMO
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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