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My eyes close, my pupils hurt,

Sleep is taking over,

Off I dose, with dreams I flirt

As I yearn for cover,

From my eye remove the dirt,

Five minutes, recover…

I am awake and alert!

I cannot help this loud blurt

Before I discover

The trace of drool on my shirt,

What is this crossover

Of shame and hangover?

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Bit of funny fun fun. So tired though…