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This is an ode to that feeling that comes on a happy stress-free day. |
| My warm blanket and comfy pillow Beckon me to stay, While the songs outside my window Beg me come and play. So I stay here and contemplate On this sunny Saturday. It is forty after eight, And in my bed I lay. Through my window the sun climbs, To keep me company. All the bird songs start to chime A morning melody. |