Brand new linen,
Soft as silk;
Pure as snow and
Morning milk.
Freshly ironed,
White bedsheet;
Tuck the sides in,
Crisp and neat.
Plump the pillows,
Ease the frown;
Like cotton clouds,
Softest down;
Slink beneath the cool coverlet,
You made your bed, now lie in it!
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