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The leather hit me cold and bare,
It felt like I had run out of air.
I kept thinking, "This isn't fair,
Why doesn't she care?"
This wasn't because I didn't share.
He laughed and said, "Go to sleep!"
But how could I when all I could do was weep?
My amazing mother I wish I could keep,
But she was gone as fast as a beep.
Now she was here, smiling, and then "Off to sleep!"
I lay there thinking,
About how I should stop weeping.
And then slowly, I started dreaming.
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