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peek-a-boo shining through
yellow puppy in the dew
solid still with not a clue
what it is I think of you
just beyond two yards of three
I know not what you think of me
but a moment's furtive glance
a gift of random happenstance
though your heart I cannot tame
I thank you kindly just the same
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if the literary masterpiece doesn't work out, might i suggest.. a book of poems. Or hallmark.
ReplyDeleteWhatever works, Im not picky.