Futz
we gallivant,
enamored with
such sweetly
swollen hearts
the gale sweeps through
the waltzing trees
with weeping
winter grace
your presence does
forever cull
my midst of
misery
I'm content in
believing these
surrogate
streets stretch on
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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