Counting Sheep

 

 

Eat Cream

Of Wheat

slide under

sheets

 

Turn up

the heat

start counting

sheep

 

With each

sheep's bleat

the deeper

sleep

 

Without

a peep

sweet dreams

I meet.

 

 

◄ When You Cannot Speak

Alive ►

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