I was nestled twixt the toeses
of my dizi tickling tree,
in amongst the clouds of roses
who had grown all over me,
when a fellow kingdom subject
whisper'd soft and soothingly,
'If you please, your grace, to accept
my sincere apology,
'I've an errand from our dear Prince
I must execute with speed,
and I've come to ask your aid
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can't sleep?
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Of pointed poetry
Comes flutt'ring down from every branch
Of Elsie's trav'ling tree!
As if the branches' breezy bends,
Shook all your scribbles free,
Into the journals of your friends,
Like sheramil and me.
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