For so it is when I cannot sleep
I set myself to counting Sheep,
My eyes grow heavy around Thirty-Eight
But by the time I get home I’m wide-awake.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (
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- Category: Humor
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Comments1
Belated welcome to MPS! Good twist at the end there, quite good, actually!
Thank you. Better to fill the Bedroom with Sheep, save the legwork.
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