Every morning I fall in love
They're like a gift sent from above
Oh, so gently, a warm embrace
A part of my life I just can't replace.
I have to leave but I want to stay
And spend my time with them all day
Why go to work when I can stay instead
I'll always love you, my wonderful bed.
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SongsOfSorrow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A little love poem about why I'm always rushing to get to work on time.
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