there's nothing like sundays

when your hungover takes over all the energy in your body
when all you do is shiver and all you want to do is sit next to the fire.
you have a man who takes care of you, who cooks for you
who covers my forehead with beardy kisses.

like the legendary beatles once sang,
all you need is love.

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