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Paradise Lost

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After a late night doing homework when

I'd rather be asleep, my bed is bliss;

It ushers me into a world of zen,

Where peace abounds and nothing is amiss.

There's not a thing I love more than my pillow -

Each night my trusted pillow's cool and soft,

And I adore my blankets as they billow

Around me like a tranquil sea of cloth.

Then suddenly I hear a screeching sound!

Must my alarm disrupt my calm repose?

With heavy eyes I wake and rise, school-bound,

And night's sweet poetry yields to day's prose.


No matter what delights the day may keep,

At six a.m. I only want to sleep.





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