I love sleeping the most because in life, death is what I seek

The warm willow whimpered softly through the wind

While Wednesday would be wasted,

Was it not of Willy and his wand

 

Not yet eleven and got up past seven

That should lament my lack of sleep of late

15-12-2010, 15-01-2012

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