Tis But A Memories Shadow
Thou hath thee bubble bath.
Wash thee locks of gold.
Scrub thee face another day old.
Soapy suds drain from the tub.
The window blows in cold air.
Goosebumps my flesh now wear.
Towel dry me from the shivering.
Blow dryer warmth is delivering.
I brush my teeth.
A comb my hair beseech.
Sequester thee morning walk.
Mind to mind we may join to talk.
I just might partake in this delight.
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