Counting©2019TonyFallon0707
It’s you I’m thinking of
And I can’t go back to sleep
I’ve tried eye exercises
I tried counting sheep
I blew into a paper bag
And what did that produce
A rather raging headache
Sleep it did not induce
It deprived my lungs of oxygen
Filled then with fumes
I could have wound up
In many emergency rooms
There’s a longing in my heart
But I guess it’ll have to keep
It’s 4.30 in the morning
And you’re probably asleep
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