You Dear Loret
I do need you dear LoretDoesn't matter that you smirk
Like an Irish setter, it can work
Just between us there are worlds made to know
The way you speak the way you reach inside so far
Simply beside myself am I and more should we there go,
And so (on,) have a cigarette
Time to think about the brink of bad and goods
Heard you singing way up there in the woods,
Drop a thread a line a virtual shining star
I may follow through tomorrow just as we are,
Love, my wishful one secret
I do need you dear Loret. . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-02-26 at 23:35
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