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Under The Sheets
Under the sheets lies abundance of dreams
Tucked away safely to visit each night
Laden in comfort, so warm and aware
Waiting for just the right time to sleep tight
Under the sheets where the world can be safe
Many a monster defenseless to see
Where we have hidden, escaped from the world
Waiting for sunlight again to be free
Under the sheets lies abundance of gas
Passed in the night, held securely inside
Waiting and hoping for time to erase
Lest, you know who, will think someone has died
Many things happen while under the sheets
Some we can talk about, some we should not
Still, it’s a marvelous place to reside
Satin or flannel, whatever you’ve got!
Copyright ©
Mike Gentile
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