Wake with you in my head this morn
Bathe with you whistling lovelorn tunes
Dress with you and eat with you
In my head.
Walk to work with you this morn
Work and walk with you all around
Walk the walkway with you back home
In my head
Then retired to rest with you
Your bosom sutured to mine
Emit tingling sensation
Four legs knitted
A smile interlock our lips to sleep
In my head
When I wake the morrow
Pray it be real
Pray it be seal
Not in my head
(Friday 5th September,1997)
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