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Aug 2015
How as a little kid hated bedtime,
enjoyed stories being read.
Falling sound asleep,
waking up with a smile.

Now all grown up,
All I do is sleep.
Waking up with a frown,
never a morning person.

Oh during childhood,
everything was delightful at home,
home is what I thought was safe and sound...
Rotten Meat
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