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Let not your eyes to rest,
Nor let your eyelids close;
So you can do your best,
Whenever the wind blows.
Free yourself like a deer,
From sight of the huntress;
Predators that strike fear,
Able to cause you stress.
Just consider the ant,
Such a busy creature;
Never enraged to rant,
Not ever a leachier.
Watch its ways and be wise,
It has no overseer;
No deceit or disguise,
Just busy and sincere.
It has not a bad mood,
Never commits a crime;
Merely gathers up food,
Before the wintertime.
So how long will you lie?
When will you finish sleep?
A lazy bum is why,
You can no longer leap.
How much sleep or slumber?
Folding hands for a nap;
Hearing you saw lumber,
Hiding eyes with your cap.
You are in poverty,
Acting like a drifter;
With stolen property,
Being a shoplifter.
As a thief in the night,
That will lie from his lips;
Hibernates from the light,
Sups poison that he sips.
Arrogant eyes and tongue,
Fingers and hands that kill;
Arms that weapons are flung,
That Satan does instill.
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
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