Take 2: Day 4: Sleepy
It's a quarter to eleven,
My eyes are peeping heaven;
I almost forgot today's poegging entry;
Because of the fact that I'm so sleepy.
zzzzz
Each day I'll write, A poem that's bright; Or dim, maybe, Next year we'll see.
It's a quarter to eleven,
My eyes are peeping heaven;
I almost forgot today's poegging entry;
Because of the fact that I'm so sleepy.
zzzzz
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