I wistfully wish to fall asleep, it's terribly hard right now.
A pain it is to count the sheep, in place of pots of gold.
My mind is cluttered my mood is bleak, tomorrow's plans will be a mess indeed.
I earnestly beg to find some sleep, before dawn arrives and daylight peeps.
Send me my pots of gold, lay forth my pots of gold.
-- written on my Kindle Paperwhite Experimental Browser
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A pain it is to count the sheep, in place of pots of gold.
My mind is cluttered my mood is bleak, tomorrow's plans will be a mess indeed.
I earnestly beg to find some sleep, before dawn arrives and daylight peeps.
Send me my pots of gold, lay forth my pots of gold.
-- written on my Kindle Paperwhite Experimental Browser
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