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May 29, 2012
He turned to me in bed today,
and said those three little words
that he says every weekend,
whatever the weather, come what may.
Even before I’d opened my eyes
I could feel his intense glance.
‘Got any bacon?’ he uttered,
as I came out of my sleeping trance.
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clever:-)
Comment by Richard — May 29, 2012 @ 6:50 pm