Sleepy

It rains. I am sleepy. My name is Sleepy. People call me Sleepy.

"Hey Sleepy," they say, "you can't sleep in Aisle 8."

"But Aisle 8 is the aisle where you find sleep aids," I say, "and the fluorescent lights are too bright to aid sleep."

They throw me out on the wet street where it is hard to sleep.
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