Close your eyes,
While you aren't dead,
Rest your mind,
And go to bed.
You still have,
Your eyelids intact,
And your smile is real,
Not brutally attacked.
So, since Jeffy is watching,
Not a peep,
Just be the good child you are,
And GO. TO. SLEEP!
Creepers, I just found this poem on the intenet. It is epic.
-Paige.
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