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Sweet dreams, my little one,
Oh, tomorrow holds much for us to see,
So rest now, little one,
Silent is what you must be.
Behold your yawn for it's the call,
to the Sandman, for him to see,
to sprinkle Sleepsand in your eyes,
accepting is what you must be.
Listen now, for the time has passed,
for you to settle down and be comfy,
Prayers are said and the story's been read,
Asleep is what you must be.
Fear not, little one, as the lights go out,
for your night-light glows brightly,
Not another peep from you,
Hushed is what you must be.
My patience is at an end, tiny child,
and my eyelids are getting heavy,
perhaps I'll lay here with you,
sedated is what I must be.
Off into the land of la-la I venture,
into a dreamland for the sleepy,
as you run amok during my rest,
curious as a child must be.
Tomorrow appears as it always has,
the new day begins so brightly,
beaming upon the aftermath of a tot's work,
ready and prepared as a mom must be.
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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620
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