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You are not wrong
To my poetry, there was a pong
But there's a place it may belong
So I'll forge ahead and stay strong

You're a real good sport
that must be said
and I bid you adieu
I'm off to bed

Go you, to sleep, sweet dreams and good rest

Yesterday soon passes and the morrow beckons

Some hours of closed eyes, and you'll restore to your best

With dawn comes a new day, it'll be good...I reckons.

😂

Good night nutbag.