Affair
You can't admit it but
I can more easily
anyway
What threatens your well-being
enhances it, too. How does that
happen?
I don't know.
You don't know.
Maybe knowing is for chicks
Or dicks.
Or maybe it's in the order of or
for
lore
more
Or as some say in the South
Shore
Can't bet your life on it, anyway.
Who knows where the next breeze will blow?
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2013
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