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Everyone is off to bed
The oldest one was first to shut her eyes
One by one the teens were in their jammies
But the little one first needs to be fed
Soon she dozes off like everyone else
Exchanges of "Good nights" and "Sweet dreams"
The day has finally come to an end
The bed looks like it beams
Fluffy pillows awaits and would gladly lend
A heavenly comfort and a tired soul's mend
It is now past midnight
But the eyes resist the lure of sleep
The lamp's little ray was the only light
To shut the humming sounds with all the might
Where are you sleep?
Soniador, A poem
November 27, 2011
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