It Must Be
It must be
The way I looked at her
Or
The way “Hello” croaked
She must have been
Having a bad day
Or
Didn’t about something get her way
It must be
The way I dressed
Or
The gravy stain on my vest
It might have been
Something in her eye made her close her eye
Screw up her face and cry
“GET LOST!”
Is it me?
It must be
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The poem has nothing to do with Beethoven, opus 135
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2009
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