Her Love
She is as beautiful as sky's unwilling to rain,
on 69 degree days,
up high where I have talked all the way down my walk so plain-
so whatever you heard of her blundering fame,
you must shout now how you'd love to die of shame!
Shame in names after the places you gamed-
toying with the very walls frame.
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