I love my stranger
for he strings my bow
I dig my stranger
for then he plucks it
And with his music
I gather up the folds in my skirt
banging happily to his tune
lol
A little late night poetry.
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2 comments:
you been chatting up strange men yet again! Banging your skirt what ever next- crackling your........
It's a poem Terry that's all.
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