“Do you have the magic sleeping dust?”
“Should I sprinkle it, or do you want to?”
“You do, Mommy, here.”
“Round I turn and and when I do,
The Sleeping Dust I send to you.
Like a big hug from Mom, once I’m gone,
It stays with you all night long.”
“Did it cover you up?”
Smiling face, “Music, please. Love you.”
“I love you, too.”
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