Well Lucky There
who is this red haired green eyed witch
invading all my dreams
to set my inner self a twitch
is nothing as it seems
as freckles rush to crowd in clefts
I know of truer lips I’ve kissed
and dare not touch else be bereft
whence came this wench
to cause this wrench
I swear my needs have been mistook
they sent me Lady Look
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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