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Sleep Little Lamb
Sleep little lamb, for the night is cold
And its shield against the midnight sky
May soon fall with the early rain,
Or snow, as the morn grows nigh.
And though the sunrise may not bring gold,
But perhaps snow to pillow your head
Tomorrow’s journey to a resting night
Shall be upon a pure white bed.
Fantastic poem, I like the way you rhyme all of your poems. This makes a good Lullaby.
that is so pretty, you write with great thought