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

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Written on 2021-02-17 at 23:06




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