Up the flight of steps flee.
Eyes laden with sleep see
Ghostly shadows of nonexistent nonsense;
You hit the pillows with reckless somnolence!
Forget your study; the lights, the late movie.
This sleep’s sweet, you mutter in somniloquy!
Damn the mosquitoes, the cool breeze assures;
Sleep my sweet, and dream of peaceful pleasures.
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