Friday, December 10, 2010

Poem #84

If I could write you a poem
that lasts till next week and back,
would you say that you'd married
a clever old man, not in need of a whack?

If I could sing you a song
to make birds weep and babies sing,
do you think you would love me more
than the man who gave you your ring?

A bizarre gushy love poem.

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