I can't help it, my eyes begin to close,
The last thing in my line of vision being my nose.
I drift off into a deep peaceful sleep,
Forgetting all my homework left in a big heap.
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Blurbs
PoetryThey might seem like random words thrown together, and I don't even know what to call them but welcome to my book of blurbs.
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I can't help it, my eyes begin to close,
The last thing in my line of vision being my nose.
I drift off into a deep peaceful sleep,
Forgetting all my homework left in a big heap.
