When you talk
in your sleep
truths revealed
some are deep
Great fun
will be ours
sit down
we'll talk for hours
If you're my friend
yet I'm your foe
where do we meet
without the woe?
If you're the trouble
and I'm the solution
follow me
for less confusion
Drink your beer
tell your story
reveal it all
leave in the glory
I told her no
well that's not true
I told her yes
and she came through
All the love
that you enhance
you are fine
you like to dance
The Sun has set
I hate to say
my beer is empty
I cannot stay
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Afternoon at the barrail? Haven't heard you lately, miss ya! I like the poem! Hope you are well and safe!
ReplyDeleteooh, channeling the ghost of Dr Suess! But solution and confusion don't quite make it. How about ablution? Or Aleutian? No, no, wait... follow me for less illusion. Allusion? Damn this is hard... you've done a wonderful job!
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