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The Sandman

When evening shadows fall,
and twilight shortly lingers,
loneliness makes its first call
as moon beams dance on the
garden wall.

The crickets play their little violins,
inviting the whippoorwill to joins in.
Together they make the music
that so right, as the night birds
make their first flight.

The lonely spotted moth searches
for a mate, as the morning glories
quietly sleep on the garden gate.

All is right on this warm summer night,
as the sandman scurries about putting
children to sleep with sweet dreams of
a tomorrow so bright.

Jackie R. kays
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