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Tired

by Seasammy

My eyelids like lead As I walk on wearily I long for my bed But work continues drearily Knees buckle poorly My head bowed down No longer step I surely I bear a grave, grave frown How happy I will be When my body hits the sheets Thus will sleep a contented me Hopefully Morpheus will I meet I shall not weep So long as I have my sleep
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