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A sentence, a snore.
The cadence, a bore.
When sleeping does wake
Can meaning retake
The absence of thought
For that sense he sought?
In good chance he might
This nuisance will fight
And let go fin’ly
Of narcolepsy.
But just then a fright;
Another bad night.
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