He Each morning on Monday Sitting in metal, fast, on rails He travels on southwards Snow, heat, floods or gails Fitness measured and counted Our steps, moves, calories We slug through the day long Work together, earning salaries He tells stories of madness Of games in the night Painting warriors in darkness One day they will fight Then lying cuddled on the sofa Have eaten almost our fill We watch Homeland together And hug, loves drug like a pill We snuggle naked together Loving like it will never end Your smell, touch and whisper My true soul mate, best friend
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