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Teased.
Be still my little one, for the Sandmans on his way.
Stay awake and you will feel him pour his sand
deep into your eyes.
Till they both are full.
Then you can embrace deep sleep,
snore if you will.
Float off in your sea of tranquillity
and if by morning the bed is wet.
We shall say the tide came in
and no one will ever know.
Except me, your Mother.
But never your Brother.
Never.
