Here I lie upon my bed
With the ceiling hanging over my head
And there it sit my favorite spot
That I stare at all for naught
When for all the counting of the sheep
Does nothing but keep away the sleep
The ever turning and toss
Is for nothing but loss
Of the ticking of time
For soon the clock does chime
And there hasn't been even a peep
Of one little snore of sleep
One Good Thing 4/10/2024
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One:I got a raise today.It's an annual, every-gets-one kind of raise, not
based on merit.But, I've worked in plenty of places where no one ever got a
raise...
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