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Dec 2011
Before I lay me down to sleep
I cleanse my mind of thee.
These striking thoughts
the stirring pots
of all thy childish glee.

Leave me now to my rest,
be gone from within.
Imagination, I’ll see you on the morrow
in sadness, joy or sorrow.
Written by
Ian M
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