An Old Familiar
An old familiar,
all too clear;
as you roll on your back
and new tempo appears.
Repeated chug
of train runs through;
no nightmare is this
for it’s all from you.
Constant your whistle,
your engine is stoked;
as I try to disturb you
you snort, gag and choke.
Rolled over you're peaceful,
all is quite in our home;
the train in the distance,
'Till on rear you do roam.
I love you dear dearly
as I lay by your side,
and I’m drifting to sleep now
with sun, sand and tide.
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