I have a talent for sleep;
it's one of my favorite things.
Thus when I sleep, I sleep deep...
at least till the stupid clock rings.
I frown as I squelch its damn beep,
then fling it aside to resume
my practice for when I'll sleep deep
in a silent and undisturbed tomb.
Originally published by Light
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