This big ol' bed of mine ain't half bad. I got it
ready for your coming. Sheets is fresh and
pillows fluffed. Come a little closer,
won't you, darling. Anchors up and
moon is high, foreign lands are waiting.
Push us off, let shore fade fast, we is
goin' sailing.
Monday, December 12, 2011
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