Eve's Keys
EVE'S KEYS
Is is a security thing to sleep with keys,
Or fuzzy bears with tiny tears
Where fingers fit with ease,
Allowing our eyes to close and sleep
To come so pleasantly please,
To guard our dreams against that place
That dwells afraid where robbers wait
To steal our hearts, our heads,
Our lives, if we let our keys
Slip onto the floor and them in the door.
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