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The lights are off, the fire's out.
The kids all go out and shout.
Mr. McGinlay flies off the handle,
Mhari has lost her lime green sandal.
Three hours later, we are all awake
Oh my god, our sleeps at stake.
Shut up I need some sleep.
I'm so tired I'll start to weep.
I'm getting wet
And getting set
To go to the warmth of
the heavenly Böd.
by Gemma 120600