Thelast Don Poet ABC

Secret of Mississippi

All these tender little kisses,

so lovin and dear,  but not from the misses,

this potient number nine,

of glasses and silver we dine,

he take me with a hiss,

so gentle like the same of a  summerful bliss,

so wed me if you can,

this lovin taste so bland,

could death be the grasp of my hand,

this secret is more than a man,

"I FOUND IT IN MY HEART,

THIS LOVE WILL TEAR US APART,"

it will never finish my friend,

for us theres no happy end.

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