Title: Don't you stress my Darling
by Petatus from Northamptonshire | in writing, poetry
All is quiet,
She tip toed past him,
Her heartbeat quickened,
As he stirred,
She said,
'Don't you stress my darling,
Don't you stress at all,
Don't you worry your sleeping self as I'm creeping down the hall'.
Basically, just the beginning of a poem I started in English.
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