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When I think it's time for bed,
You first raise a sleepy head.
When to dreamy dawn I wake
You at teatime take your break
I make lunch in noonday sun
As your long day's work is done.
You sit up till two or three
while we cook and eat our tea.
You are in tomorrow then.
Not just elsewhere, but quite elsewhen.
Sunday 10th September 2017 9:23 pm
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