SLUMBER The fire crackling the daylight dying, With me content on the sofa lying. The rain pounding hard answering a call. I slumber in to dreams to a far magical place, Where fine women walk rapped in frilly lace. Or where the snow comes falling down, On excited children below in a town. But today I’ll sit here lying, The fire crackling and the daylight dying.Birth sign: Scorpio
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