Thursday, December 31, 2015

Counting Sheep

I am awake,



I just cant sleep. I am too busy counting all the sheep.
I'll sleep when I am dead, that's what is often said,
all the while I'm just here wishing for a bed to safely lay my head.


-M.D.L
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