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It just drove by,
Yikes
Time to wrangle your sleepy day,
Picking up the pieces of a drowsy forefront,
He will let you know when it is delivered,
And part suddenly,
With a ghostly knowledge of pure bliss,
Follow him if you want to,
It will be sad if you do,
The packages are heavy in a partial bit,
Of space,
Make sure you don't open it yet,
To the former pastime,
The driver is doing his best to acclimate to your needs,
Settle down a bit,
And let the package come to you instead,
Farewell to the race in your head.
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