One More Poem
Danny doesn't email me back.
Why is it? What's that supposed to mean?
Dream of desserted simple shack
On the beach with you. What a sweet sin!
I know. I know, we are just friends.
I cut off the game. No more fore play.
Wonder, what is it that you'd send
Dear me on my soon coming birthday.
I hope I'm still there in your heart
Although we'll never see each other.
Please one more poem and I'll start
Daily chores. "Good" replied my father.
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