Friday, March 10, 2017

Poem #106 weren’t they saying

“come all you fair and tender lovers”
Weren’t they saying madame butterfly
That I am a Minnie? Let us say this stint
Wandering weather and sable wining
Nail down talks of a complain

Stay where you’re dummy
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