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Five hundred nights we shared this room You still crack the blinds to watch the moon No dogs allowed has been long overruled You always felt that was just a bit cruel Despite the hair, dirt, and drool You welcome the new fur family rule No more fussing with my sloppy side Now you tidy the sheets in half the time The center of the mattress is just as fine Though you still refuse to cross that line You still sleep on your side of the bed Yet, Five hundred nights since I've been dead
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Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 12:40 AM UTC
Five Hundred Nights
Five hundred nights we shared this room You still crack the blinds to watch the moon No dogs allowed has been long overruled You always felt that was just a bit cruel Despite the hair, dirt, and drool You welcome the new fur family rule No more fussing with my sloppy side Now you tidy the sheets in half the time The center of the mattress is just as fine Though you still refuse to cross that line You still sleep on your side of the bed Yet, Five hundred nights since I've been dead
Possible work in progress rendered from thoughts of sleeping alone while the wife is at work.
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Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 12:40 AM UTC
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