Sweets For The Sleepy

Cheeks and cheeks for days, the kind you fall into like loving arms when you're going down, sometimes they catch you or at least lessen the fall; more the feeling than the act, I've seen 'em surrounded and still hit the deck like dirt (the lucky) kismet, double crack bounce bounce night night. So, how's the shell game going these days? Oh I've been avoiding all that they call news, nobody need sigh so often.