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Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Soft Under Foot

If I were a carpet,
I'd want to be plain,
The thought of a pattern
Would drive me insane.

A nice crisp cream
Or maybe a red
I'd lie under your feet
Hear all that is said.

If I were a carpet,
I'd want to be yours
Your feet smell the nicest
No cheesy odours!



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