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n p.j.’s, I slip off to sleep
and drift up through the clouds piled deep.
Tucked in my bed that’s now a rocket
to a land of lakes of steaming hot chocolate.
Ladybug is captain of a marshmallow ship
plowing through bergs of chocolatey chips.
And when someone has a real hankerin’
that’s when we drop the anchor in.
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