sweet melody within my ear
making me sleepy it's unfair
i'm in open no place to drowse
besides yawn to passing clouds
i pinch my cheek and no effect
it pains; subsides in a minute
i try to walk it off; that's better
especially i'm mumbling in rhyme
nobody could hear; alone i am
i stop when i saw falling pine cone
they're large still wet from storm
i thought about you still in cocoon
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