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Let me lie down
And rest my weary head,
I would rather be here
Than in my own bed.

Let me cuddle on your armrest
Put down a cushion, or two,
My eyes grow very tired
I melt into you like glue.

I enjoy having you around
It's you, that I adore,
I would rather grow tired on you
It's better than sleeping on the floor.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.26/2006