Miles and Piles of You

 

I want you and you and nothing but you,
Miles and piles of you—
Finally I’ll have something worthwhile
To think of each morning—
You and you and nothing but you,
No substitution will do,
Nothing but fresh, undiluted and pure,
Top of the line,
And totally mine!

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