My poems love the world
more than I do. I hear them flirt
and whisper their coy endearments
and snivel and snuggle and snog
until I can’t stand it any more –
la la la la la la la.
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twinklysparkles
/ January 25, 2012Oh, good, here you are! I like this poem tres mucho!