when the bed bugs bite,
and your toes are blue with cold.
Dreams come together,
as light as a feather,
and tickles you on the nose
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Deep in the night,
when the bed bugs bite, and your toes are blue with cold. Dreams come together, as light as a feather, and tickles you on the nose Author notessorry another bit of whimsy... In a listWhat did you thinkComments
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