Naked Thoughts Get Out
Naked Thoughts Get Out
What’s that on the tip of memory?
An itch?
Take 2 of something and call me in the morning
If I answer than it’s me
If imagination runs wild
Feed it frequently with a smile
Once the word is out
You can’t put it back
Once you take your shoes off
And there’s a kiss
It’s all over
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
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