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Author: Little Ms. Jerk Muffin
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Published: 05-24-09 - Updated: 05-24-09 - Complete - id:2676835

As I lay down on my bed

I hear something below my head

A gentle groan from something tired

A little machine that needs to retire

The machine below the home working day by day

Going unnoticed as the sun shines its gorgeous rays

The poor worker beneath the house will work through the night

He will push through the cold and pain to make everything right

The sound drones on and on

Even while I begin to yawn

My muscles start to relax

The machine works to the max

A sound so hypnotic

It erases all things chaotic

Like a hum from a mother

A laugh from another

A lullaby to sing me to sleep

Much more soothing than counting sheep

As tired as he is, he sings with pride

For he will always be by our side


So I laid down one afternoon to take a nap and I heard this soft, but strong humming noise under my ear. I couln't hear it unless my head was on my pillow, but it's sort of a hypnotic noise that can lull me to sleep...Um, but I'm not sure what the machine is though...R&R please!



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