Mr. Sandman

At night I start to wonder
I keep turning and tossing around
Is there nothing that can put me under?
Is there no cure to be found?

My mind keeps playing games
Sheep refuse to jump over a fence
Or any other kind of frame
It makes my insomnia even more intense

I am trying to communicate
oh Mr. Sandman, why did you skip my bed?
I would highly appreciate
Some of that magical dust on my head

J.L.M. Haarman

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