tick tock. tick tock. the moon slides a healing line over the sky where the sun has burned it night after night day after day. All I can do is watch, such is my fate. for sleep will not come. no respite in sight to these weary bloodshot eyes. so I'll sit and watch as day's go on and night fly away. until the time the god of sleep see's fit to look my way.
Doc Coyote
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