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Somnolent Solomon Simon

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I’m Somnolent Solomon Simon.

I loiter and linger and laze. 

I stretch and I sprawl

doing nothing at all,

lackadaisically wasting my days. 

 

My body’s beset by inertia. 

My soul’s soporifically still.

In vigour I’m lacking,

but slothfully slacking 

I guess you could say is my skill. 

 

Yes I’m perfectly, pleasantly passive.

I’m partial to taking my time. 

As I drift in my dreams

I’m so sleepy it seems

that I shan’t even finish this rh

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