There once lived an old man in a log
The log was cosy, from rain and the fog.
From day to day he goes for a jog
At the playground and around,
round and round a big rock.
Insomnia for 20 years around the clock
Then one day he stopped to take stock
He went back to bed and slept like a log...
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