Bug in a Rug


Snug as a bug in a rug,

We huddle and hug,

Under the covers of life.


The sun streams through the window,

Lugging me out from under,

That warm cozy spot,

That was so hot,

But now it's not.


Cold air on my skin,

I smile and remember when,

I was snug as that bug in a rug,

My feet swing out, and,




Copyright 1994 © Ronald W. Hull  




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