Who cares about sleep
It may be overrated
Eating on the cheap
Being over satiated

Might be the food
Why I can not nod
Everyday I mood
Every way I trod

Getting very tired
Eyes blurry
Wood burner fired
Flaming fury

let it go
Shut the eyes
End of show
Say goodbye
I sleep

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