11-25-2017, 09:02 PM
when my beau gets tense
i rub his winged back
i sing him silly tunes
to lure him off the track
make an art of falling prey
to wishful wistful wishing
since cupid let fly with his bow
i'm incapable of thinking
i rub his winged back
i sing him silly tunes
to lure him off the track
make an art of falling prey
to wishful wistful wishing
since cupid let fly with his bow
i'm incapable of thinking
My Muse, to labour chained
demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes
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demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes
mehopkins1971.wordpress.com