Waltzing in My Sleep
"...there rests a pensive petunia, breathing, but sleep-waltzing..." ~ Ink Empress (not the author of this poem, but the inspiration)
When awake, I never dance -
nor would I, given the chance.
My earthly job is to account,
arriving at the right amount.
Yet, violins help me count sheep,
and I go waltzing in my sleep.
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