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Sandman....Sicilian sonnet The sandman with his sack of dreams comes quietly at eventide For every child he has it seems one special dream he drops inside. The bedroom where they lie asleep as tired heads on pillows lie. Into small minds the dreams will creep and make the night pass pleasantly. So when they wake to greet the day well rested, they smile happily. Gone are the cares of yesterday. Today is new and untouched yet as clean cut as a silhouette. The Sandman never will forget |
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