Ode to Sleep

Oh, precious sleep, how I miss thee
The hours upon my pillow spent,
When dreams were left to roam free,
And REM cycles heaven sent.
Alas, our union was not to last,
Shattered by wails with no end,
Baby bottles, burp cloths, and diaper pails.
Sleep - a thing of the past,
Until we meet again my friend,
Starbucks must suffice to cure my ails.




~Trigger Happy Halliday


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