A Wee Folk Song

What shall I call it,

this feeling that hits me

in the neighbourhood

of the solar plexus

whenever I look upon

you with your tambourine,

O sweetest Geraldine?

Poetry by Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-17 at 23:06

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