A little quite had sometimes
It calms the soul absolves your crimes
A precious moment so sublime
For musing on some dorky rhymes
Quiet time you cannot miss
A little person sleeps in bliss
Angelic visage beholding this
All is right... Nothing's amiss
The baby sleeps inside her chair
Without a whim, without a care
Like an Angel come to bear
She glows with light - she sleeps on air
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