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( * *sheep could put them to sleep* * )©Every second a sheep will cry, cause trust in them passed you by. But they'll have revenge and not care, when you can't sleep they'll get: the flock out of there. Time was you laid there all pillowy, drifting off so happily. But there'll come a time you're losing sleep, don't you dare count on the sheep. That mattress will become all hard and worn, but you're not the only one to be scorned. Don't put your trust in the likes of a serta, cause another sheep you'll hurta. All restless you lie awake and are sad, no sweet dreams for you well that's too baaad. (Guess who else couldn't sleep>ME....so i wrote this little ditty) Copyright ©2008~S@L~ Vote for this poem
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