imma lookin under every puddle for a howdy and a cuddle simple and nice like sweet breakfast rice, yet when i think ive got it and im feeling cowboy pumped, turns out just rotten and i turn out just stumped.
or for you classicists:
without the warm embrace of cuddling arms
the psyche doth suffer loss indeed
alive too long alone the heart is harmed
robbed of every caring touch it needs
yet when we meet, first cuddle starting soon,
joy rises anew for big and little spoon.
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