#111 (or The best sight is the mountain you can’t climb)

There’s always a way to share
my cup of soup with you
i can cut my blanket on half
so don’t cry if it snows

i’ll roll you ’round; hold you close
warm you up like a lamppost
sleep fine and when you wake up
i’ll be there with coffee and toasts

get my brandy, give it a sup
if your legs are shacking because it is too cold
i’ll caress your hair and you’ll never know
because you’re further beautiful than words


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