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Big Brass Bed
Big brass bed
She lies upon a big brass bed
On silken sheets of snowy white
A downy pillow to rest her head
Though she sleeps not this particular night
Tormenting me with that singular look
She takes no heed as I dare to glance
No interest now in my favourite book
Her every movement has me in a trance
She lies upon the big brass bed
Sensually she moves this way, then that
On her back with legs wide spread
Such a lovely but annoying cat!
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