Mr. Sand Man
Where is this guy that some have said
Helps bring us rest when we're in our bed
Toss and turn waiting too seems
A lenghty project of undreamed dreams
Don't seem right, where is this man
Who shares the wealth with magic sand
Deprived we feel of needed rest
Grumpy the mood in us no less
A power nap maybe a snooze
Would help today maybe just lose
This tired feeling that brings us down
Just short of feet that drag on ground
Bump my way through wheel we steer
Upon keyboard my head appears
To think pillow yet soft it's not
Boy how we miss this sleep some got
Getting by we close our eyes
Thinking how they too so tie
With body weak we fake a rest
My magic act awake at best
Where is this guy who claims to be
The source of sleep, apparently
He's on vacation, maybe retired
For he I'm sure also does tire
Anyone have a Ambien CR? zzzzzzzzzzz
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