Sunday, April 21, 2024
I imagine which shampoo your hair is scented by
and how long it will take you to nod-off when the show
isn't one you care about, but know I do, and then, how
you'll frown a bit when I scoop you up to head off for
bed -- linens folding over your chosen tunes on a Sunday
before teatime and a painting lesson please.
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