For so it is when I cannot sleep,
I set myself to counting Sheep.
My eyes grow heavy around Eighty Eight,
But by the time I get home I'm wide awake.
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I suffer from the same predicament, dear poet. Lovely representation. Beautiful poem.
I try not to lose sleep over it. Thanks for the comment.