No good instincts
Time's passed, must post
Although I'm toast
Just go to bed
(That's what he said)
Thought waves un-tuned
It's justa flesh wound
No big deal, mate
Just my tired state
Over and out
Don't cry, don't pout
Read this quite slow
That's how you'll know
How it should go
The rhyme works though
It's like a clock
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Syllables each
Like broken speech
Must be sep' rate
Then it works great
Really, trust me
Go back, you'll see
Read it again
When you're done then
I'll be asleep
Not one more peep
Star light, moonbeams
Goodnight, sweet dreams
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