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Sweet Song
Sweet Song
Yesterday I tried to bind a book.
So, I went around the nook.
The pages were loose, held in
An angle so wide and obtuse.
The book had stories of our love.
And the feather of a dove.
Remember you had given it to me…
The day when I was on a spree.
The pages smell of satire all over.
I want to put on it a brown paper cover.
I will make some flowers on it blue!
You know well it is my favorite hue.
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The mind is so used to these clings.
I wish that my thoughts had wings.
So, I could send them to you at Colorado Springs.
But don’t worry I will do what it takes.
My love is true and high are the stakes.
What you wish for is what will happen…
As there is no chance of a mishappen.
The book is ready and so am I.
Waiting to say a sweet goodbye;
To all the bitterness all along…
So that we can sing a beautiful song!
