Often, I lie awake at night
At night, I ponder
I lay awake and gaze upon the stars
Counting sheep does not help me fall asleep
The clock ticks, but I lie awake
Until the rays of the morning sun hit my face
I changed this poem by adding more detail to the original lines. Since I did this, you can understand what is going on in the poem better.
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Explanation:
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Well I know people from the Appalachian mountains don't eat what we eat and they don't live in big homes like we do.