A Wink and a Prayer

Loose in the hopes of dread... Oh, my own lover! He was such a bold flirt; with his love unclaimed, he could recite George Boole he was one of the old Cool. He never reached his goal. so with my bling and some flair I hoped he'd open the enchanted bud To the music of his lyre. I'll pray this for him: t hat he should find what he wreaks and write it down with a stylus. Really he is the allurement of angels He was my epiphany Make it up, as the clocks clang.. It's not really you...it's just an affliction. I can do nothing for my calves It's because of all the punning I did once. I can't even lump a stone over a wall now. My arms are as weak as Trojans. I never suffer viruses to be declassified. Like I said,just wink and say a prayer.. In God we dare.