I wrote this

Counting clouds as I try, to drift into sleep because the sheep pissed on my sheets.
It's stinky but I make way two my ship at sea.
In order to talk with my ship deck mates.
And say stormy night with glowing jello fish.
Sky bright, sky up high, led my mind to sleep.
As I dream, lets not repeat the stinky smells from that old sheep.


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