Clinophilia is my passion;
I just can't get enough.
Clean fresh sheets dried on the line
are like a jolt of snuff.
Clinophilia's what I live for
'neath a gay bright hand-made quilt.
Blankets and a bedspread, too,
are just like a wafting lilt.
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