Unloaded in sleep
The cares of day.
An unsettled heap;
Gently, dreamily falls away.
Loads, unloads who back
And forth scurries
With barrowed huffs, mopes;
What weigh more for nagging worries
A work crew of elf;
Hairy with brawn.
Small, and shrinking more
For to be noticed, dusk til dawn.
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