I Dig You Too
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
You fix my bras when the dryer jacks them up.
You twist open the cap of my bottled root beer so my hand won't get hurt.
You are there, straightening the other side when I put fresh sheets on our bed.
I am so glad you are my roommate.
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