How Thee Poetry Consumes Thy
There is a Heart, I have to admit, I
have to tune it up a bit some-times
Sitting on the grass, a-sway, listening
through ones ear's the delightful . . .
The more I wait, the longer I do not show,
the love inside my Heart so.
I give merit to,
Those in my heart,
How they got there I do not know,
But I love, Love them
So, so much with my acking heart,
It hurt's to let them go,
That's why we hug, or shake hands,
Blow a kiss, wave, smile glad,
Break a cookie in two, Wish them the very best.
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