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11/2/2012 12:52:29 AM
Sleep schmeep, Im gonna live till I'm dead;
being happy, I'll go when my eyes pop out of my head.
Induced by coffee nor pot;
my senses have been running hot.
Used to call on sandman to my rescue;
twas before I found much more to do.
edited by jspj1971 on 11/2/2012
...then again, Ive been known to fib ;') http://skykingentertainment.net
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