The Eddy-fied Mind

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Woke up from my slumber,
Grazed my head on a fan.
Dreamt I was a plumber,
Could find no frying pan
With which to cook my lumber.
Ate brownies from the can.

Wearing both my stockings,
Turning on the shower,
Water must be mocking
Out came naught but flowers.
Looking at the clocking
Ninety-Seven past the hour!

Shocked I was so timely,
In window poured the sun.
Umbrella at the ready,
Seeing day is done.
My mind is in an eddy,
Count sheep two by one.





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