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Feb 2017
Always counting the hours
Until I have to be awake
Never able to ease my mind
To let me fall asleep in time
So my sleep becomes restless
My days become bleak
Everything is running together
My world is turning grey
All I need is a good nights sleep
Written by
Ron  Michigan
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