It, By Any Other Name
her it
was too good for me
i knew it right away
my it
had to schlep around
like a dog chained to a cloud
just as moody as a mood can get
it is no good being too much of an it
it took a while
but now i am over it
she moved on also
moved to Bognor Regis
she liked it
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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