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. As I lay me down to bed both my ears are gently fed by the sound of cats a-trying to help a fleet of bagpipes dying and the chains that sweetly saw escape that graceful gaping maw so place a pillow with loving care and halt the excess flow of air then turn me over and go to sleep my elbow has its watch to keep.
By Allison Miller
September 1st 2008 |
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