It sure is a chilly night,hope the bed bug won’t bite,you will dream that life is white,just stay asleep through the night.Close your eyes dear,and set your mind free,there lies a path that is clear,there the dream shall start underneath a tree.It is warm, it is red, and it is me,we shall lie in the beat of two,the sweet lullaby is now sang to me,and I shall then hum the same tune too.As we are about to share the twilight kisswhere white is no longer white,do not be sad and enjoy the blissof being still and I will hold you tigh...
February 17, 2019
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