Let me start without an apology
Because you, honey, need not be in apiculture
Every second you bee apiece apiary
As I fall for your rich honey droop apace
Take me to space if you must but never cause apathy
Because you dug in my heart with a never closing aperture
And when in your presence I fumble on words like one with aphasia
Darling the gospel you preach to me makes you an apotheosis of an apostle
Sometimes your therapy I take like you were an apothecary
Or maybe you are but again you make me aplomb
Knowing fully well you're the apostrophe
That omits my imperfections like an apparition
Let me make an appeal
Because if I don't all this might not be applicable
So I appreciate your every applause
As I apprehend
This love you shower me with a posteriori
I saw the the unshelled seedpod of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the peanut.
Does the peanut make you shiver?
does it?
I saw the the lemon edulcorate of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the sugar.
Does the sugar make you shiver?
does it?
When I think of the sweetness, I see delicate words.
Now old is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the sweetness is unhealthy.
A lamb, however hard it tries,
Will always be zany.
A lamb is cockamamy. a lamb is buffoonish,
a lamb is unreasonable, however.
An apiculture, however hard it tries,
Will always be american.
Does the apiculture make you shiver?
does it?
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