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Mar 2017
Please let me sleep.
I shut my eyes.
I count the sheep.
But still I lay here.
And still I think.
1. 2. 3. 4. Sheep.
Keep on counting.
The thoughts are hounding.
It drives me crazy.
So I stay awake.
Written by
Ron  Michigan
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