I exhort thee to nap upon couch of this greeny lea.

But, expect not me to rozzle for you tea as here is only sun-blanketed warmth and there exists not even one for-campfire tree.

Well-worn seatery seeps into dreams, you see, stories prolixious, but, as well, about cuddles and kisses reciprocated lovingly.

Alas, too time spent on pasture’s tri-chair may earn one a sobriquet both apt and free: Sleepily. ; )

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