I'm really knackered and can't formulate words with much more than one syllable.
Dosing Line
Slipping into sleep
Sneak
Past the edge of dreams
That spin
Somewhere in the stratosphere
Not near
Or dear
Or left beside the bed
The day is dead
And all this has been said
A tiny rhyme
To fill your time
And rest your head
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