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 © Damian Keady | Year Posted 2018
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