PILLOW LOVE
My pillow is calling,
my head to the bed
It's been a long day,
I feel all but dead.
My head finds my pillow,
all fluffy and soft,
welcoming my head --
without a second thought.
My head is so comfy,
as my brain stops its jumping.
As all the days worries,
simply run out.
As I drift off to sleep,
I know without worry,
that I will always know,
the loveliness of my soft fluffy pillow!
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PILLOW LOVE
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