Your Crazy Man
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We're all crazy men.., it's so..
Eat a rotten turnip if you said it would bring any luck.
Fall in love at the very first drop of a ... - well you should know..
just goes to show..,
if you can imagine that.
We're all crazy men, and we all got a fever.
You can't save none..
not one,
even if you could make us,
believe it.
And you, a woman..
wonderful gift from on high,
the only cold compress that chose to express,
not worse for wear, seamless,
faithful spiritual guide.
Such a long away - our sisters, our brothers..
mourning distant mothers..
planting and growing your seeds,
sometimes from other's.
Are those dried tears in your eyes,
for me?
It was you who stayed,
never afraid,
even if you doubted..
plans that we made.
Thank you for taking a stand,
for loving your man..
your crazy,
crazy,
man.
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2021
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