Roll On The Morning
The night does things to tiny minds
The dark hides creatures like dragons of all kinds
Better to stay in the light of a twinkly star
Then you keep your eyes open to know where they are
Heavy eyelids soon take over, maybe a little snore
Sweet dreams will come as you gently close the door.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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