sleep song

my burdened head

could almost hit the hay

before it hits the bed.

the angels said

there’s no other way

to find peace instead.

the sleepless nights

have little means of

causing slight.

no hopeless blight.

i drag blessings from above.

i’ll sleep tonight.

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