John W. McEwers
The Sneaky Snuggler - Poem by John W. McEwers
I walked into her bedroom
and like a nightmare child
I tugged at her nightgown
She must have been a heavy sleeper.
She never even moved.
I curled up next to her,
sucked my thumb,
and went to sleep in the morning.
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