Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
We sit opposite at the table
You have reached your hand to mine
They clasp...
I look at you asleep in the dim
Dining room’s post meridian gloom
And think, how fortunate is this room...
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