Dusk To Dawn
Smiling, I was now counting sheep
It was late; I had had a hard time falling asleep
I looked at the clock and grimaced and even begin to pout
But I must have finally succumbed and passed out
I was dreaming of that night we happen to meet per chance
And later we went out eat and to dance
And right in the middle of the dream it stopped and went into rewind
As if it was a movie on tape that seemed to bind
It squealed sending chills down my spine
Reminding me of chalk on a blackboard line by line
Restless I awoke
Not sleeping is no joke
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JDW©2007
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