Why Not Give In Bob and Wheel
Walking;
This time there was no choice,
you had started to sing;
To the sound of your voice
I had to keep going;
Why not?
I am starting to feel you;
Even in your earshot
this is what it’s come to;
You’re the prize, a jackpot;
Give in,
allow me to get close;
Go on caress my pen;
I’ll paint you into prose,
start what has never been.
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