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House Nuber 84

 

Hello Mr Sandman you absolute twit

I noticed last night you forgot to visit
I wish I could say that's just the one time
I lost count at three hundred and nine

I know I have told you this before
My house number is eighty four
Why have you become so remiss?
Are you basically taking the piss?

I can forgive the jolly guy in red
For not leaving presents by my bed
He only visits once a year
He's old and forgets I'm even here

But you have visited regularly in the past
My tired eyes with sand you would blast
With seven or eight hours of regular sleep
Recuperative, dream filled and oh so deep

So come on dude, what's the score?
Do you not like me anymore?
I'll say it now like I said before
MY HOUSE NUMBER IS EIGHTY FOUR!

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