And lures me down to sleep outside.
I cannot keep my head aloft;
My limbs lie low; I cannot hide
The way my eyelids droop. My skin
Feels tight, my hair all prickles,
The bugs that flit about begin
To chew on me--their eating tickles.
I hear the fireworks far out
And wish that they were thunderous
The air is wet, the land a drought
So rainfall would be wonderous
But if I sleep and it should rain
I still believe I would complain.
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