Sunday, June 30, 2019

He’s Asleep



He’s Asleep

It doesn’t matter if the sun is up
He’s asleep
Let the air heat up as far as it will go
He’s asleep
Or let the Arctic send down its cold
He’s asleep
Let a burglar break into the house
He’s asleep
Or let a fire start in the bedroom
He’s asleep
But, open a bag of potato chips
He’s awake and running around the house
You got to love that dog of yours
Because God knows he loves you

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