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One fine lazy day
Those old soul mates
Met up at the bottom of the bed,

But the lesser of the four,
In toe and claw,
Were a little too loving for the others.

And temperature wise,
Were characterized,
By the stale embrace of embalmment,

So the senior half
Of the partnership,
Disgorged them from the covers.

They packed their weight,
Though hardly straight,
And made the trek down stairs,

To lonely alight,
Until, by night,
Limber up together.