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Time to Sleep, Sheep - Bedtime PoetryI was lying in my bed; it was a very dark night,
no dreams came, though my eyes were shut tight.
I turned my pillow over and I turned it once more,
but I was still wide awake just like I was before.
I tried breathing in rhythm; I emptied my head,
still, I couldn't sleep; I tossed and turned in bed.
I nearly gave up but I've really got to sleep!
Grandma once told me that I should count sheep.
