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Alicia Roseberry

(11/26/1992 / cincinnati)

time for bed


its time to sleep little child,
so sleep tight,
lights out tonight,
your screaming dear,
why oh why sweet child,
must you shed those tears,
for tomorrow is another day,
the sun will be shining when you wake,
a whole nother day,
to live your simple life and play,
with no worries,
no fears,
so tonights tears,
will be tomorrows joys,
as you sit and play with toys,
so sleep tonight,
sleep so tight,
its time for bed,
my little child,
midnight is so late,
for a child so mild.

Submitted: Monday, December 07, 2009
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