He makes a point.

The question should be

Why are YOU the bedroom?

Don't you have a job?

Tasty

Today I dreamed of
popsicles and liverwurst
and woke up happy.

Bah humdog.

Fuzzy jingle bells

festive, frantic, ringing bells

Gives me a headache.

Quilts also work.

Winter chills no one

who lives with warmth of spirit

and a fleece blanket.

Home Security

Do not live in fear

but sleep with one eye open.

You hear me, mailman?

I'm kind of sweaty all year 'round.

Winter sunlight beams

warming hardwood floors and toes

I dream of summer.

Of great poets and frozen treats.

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"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you." -Maya Angelou.

I beg to differ
Have you ever swallowed a
popsicle stick, whole?