Mantles of incorrigible
Tin-rain wrap me...
The present of sleep,
Ribboned in dreams,
Bows peek-a-booing
A card...
Once more. Tomorrow.
Carousels, cotton candy
Freedom of sleep
Tonight.
Love,
Life.
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Very succinct and fun. Each morning we have new presents to unwrap and cards to read. All the best, Robert