A little sleep a little slumber a little folding of the hands to rest and poverty will come apon you like a robber.
by diana Stone on May.13, 2010, under Musings
When I feel very depressed, or maybe a better way of saying: when I am very depressed, I can handle very little stress. I am irritable. Very small things can make me snap completely, and this is very hard to handle for the people around me.
I passed by the field of a sluggard by the vinyard of a man with no sense and low it was all overgrown with thornes and the ground was covered with nettles and its stone wall was broken down then I saw and considered it I looked and received instruction
A little sleep a little slumber a little folding of the hands to rest and poverty will come apon you like a robber.
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