A Yearning
I dare to speak
My yearning's at the peak
I wish I could kick
And propel the 'clock sticks'
So you rush to a boutique
And ready up to be picked
Driven to the pitch
Where not long after they preach
Will allow me to wink
And kiss you in public.
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