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Put Your Gloves On, I’m Coming Home

Turn the heat up

Turn it on

Get underneath the blankets

Look overhead at the fighter jets

 

My work is done here

No more time to spend,

Must not delay my lover’s end

Put your gloves on, I’m coming home!

 

 

 

© 2002 David Greg Harth

02.10.25.15:12:12@1515NYC