Insomnia by Laura Petrie

To a winter's night I wander,
My mind on flanelette,
Glowing fires on grey evenings,
Luxuries summer would forget.
The hot and balmy nights,
Are no recipe for sleep,
So, all I do is wander,
Eluded by my sheep.

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