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COUNTING SHEEP
Rest time at bed time is not always the best time
When I can't sleep.. they say to count sheep
But my sheep don't help me they keep me awake
My eyes scared to close incase my soul they take
I know it's an exercise to rest one's mind
My sheep in my head are not very kind
I try to count them jump as they say
Some of them run in the opposite way
Some are...
Tuesday 13th April 2021 2:03 am
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