To clean or not to clean The place is A proper excuse Or, another condition to shelve An early morning shower. Wilson is a help mostly, but Not in these issues of destiny. A sweet embarrassment handles A one is set to all, dawn Another seldom emerges From strings, And the third as always guessed Prana! That's what I nickname you. Me too, don't like the smell Or dare notice a puff of it If you just stretch out of my spine Together we'll do all housekeeping With the freshening aroma of your voice Singing allover airs I may try mine either, under-shower Having our breakfast while scanning TV As a gypsy couple, you go to work Picking dawns, and I'm back to bed chasing dreams away Like flies.
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