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Restless Encounter Returned from the graveyard shift I needed a lift Puppy eyes shut Barks abut I couldn't sleep So I counted sheep One, two, three, four There's a knock at the door It's an old cougar That wants to borrow sugar Coast was clear I had no fear Two hours later The gator was catered It's back to sleep Counting sheep Halfway to fourty Lawn mower sounds, oh lordly Two hours later The gator's a hater It's back to sleep Counting sheep Twist and turned twenty five And more unneeded jive Alarm clock set for wrong time Chime, chime, chime Can you believe that The gator spat It's back to sleep Counting sheep I see her in the lea Playing with me Her wool a nice set As my gator's lip wet And this time the wifely returns My insides want to burn, burn, burn My gator sighs As she says hi Hi I weep, weep, weep Please I need some sleep She looks (esoteric) at me With that look of plea, plea, plea She wants her sugar fix, too My gator singing it's blue My eyes want to close But there she blows Chime, chime, chime Wifely having a good time On top of the train track Gators attacked His sheep counting on him To stop the bedlam Logan Robertson 9/6/17
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Restless Encounter
Restless Encounter Returned from the graveyard shift I needed a lift Puppy eyes shut Barks abut I couldn't sleep So I counted sheep One, two, three, four There's a knock at the door It's an old cougar That wants to borrow sugar Coast was clear I had no fear Two hours later The gator was catered It's back to sleep Counting sheep Halfway to fourty Lawn mower sounds, oh lordly Two hours later The gator's a hater It's back to sleep Counting sheep Twist and turned twenty five And more unneeded jive Alarm clock set for wrong time Chime, chime, chime Can you believe that The gator spat It's back to sleep Counting sheep I see her in the lea Playing with me Her wool a nice set As my gator's lip wet And this time the wifely returns My insides want to burn, burn, burn My gator sighs As she says hi Hi I weep, weep, weep Please I need some sleep She looks (esoteric) at me With that look of plea, plea, plea She wants her sugar fix, too My gator singing it's blue My eyes want to close But there she blows Chime, chime, chime Wifely having a good time On top of the train track Gators attacked His sheep counting on him To stop the bedlam Logan Robertson 9/6/17
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
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