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Falling Asleep

My eyes are heavy, I stretch and yawn;
I close my eyes, I’ll sleep till dawn.
Cuddled in blankets snug in my bed,
When numerous thoughts invade my head!

I turn and I toss, trying to sleep,
I clear my head and count Bo’s sheep.
It looks like I won’t get to sleep tonight;
I may as well get up and try to write.

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