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The clatter of plates, the patter of paints, the rows of artly brushes lie Down dear upon a nasty desk, pushed right up my bedside. My eyes they droop, my fingers itch, my laziness presides, Return to bed, you sleepy-head, and dread the morning-tide
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
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The clatter of plates, the patter of paints, the rows of artly brushes lie Down dear upon a nasty desk, pushed right up my bedside. My eyes they droop, my fingers itch, my laziness presides, Return to bed, you sleepy-head, and dread the morning-tide
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
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