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Lord, please grant me sweet angelic sleep
For though I found Bo Peep's lost sheep
And made her count sheep till she did weep
Still I could not sleep. Sheep uttered a shriek
Knocked me out in a freak. I slept for an entire week
Amen!
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Novel Allen
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Comments (3)
I still count sheep at bed! 😄
rhyme and humor made entertaining to read....👌🙏🧡
Counting sheeps is a good way to sleep, great job on the limerick.