I’m swimming in a sea of warm,
A soft hide-away, which can be worn;
It keeps me safe during a storm,
Stops me from getting cut by thorn;
More cosy than my uniform,
Though, it may be a little over-worn.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
I’m swimming in a sea of warm,
A soft hide-away, which can be worn;
It keeps me safe during a storm,
Stops me from getting cut by thorn;
More cosy than my uniform,
Though, it may be a little over-worn.
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