This dark and dreary day
Piles of pillows are my domain
This bed of blankets my charge
To enter through the gates of fluff
Will only cost a hug
Here we hide from bigger things
Due dates have now power here
Those appointments mean nothing
Leave your work there at the door
This kingdom has no need for cash
Snuggles are our currency
And in the dark we stay warm and cozy
Candle light and and comforter soft
Are the purview of my downy throne
Do you dare to join the quilted king?
In his cuddle kingdom home?
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