2.
a kleenex-complex:
my master hides awaypostman, make your round: and is my lover
guarded, guarded well by youhe returns to surprise me, this royal gopher
with his shoes on in bed, all that, my little queen
how well you sleep he whispers
(he who hated cliches!)
and on this tearstained little bridge
it's good to rain kisses
think lambkin, lambkin and
right off spring pricks up beneath your shirt, wow!
I sang (he was welcome, that was certain)
you're free now
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