Wednesday, February 27, 2013

It's three a.m.

It's three a.m.
And the baby won't sleep.
It's three a.m.
And I want to weep.
Oh why are we awake?
The baby wants to play.
My eyes are sleepy; they ache.
The baby has all to say.
Oh why are we awake?
Yes, why are we awake?

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