A fictional romantic poem of missing a love and all that comes with romance.
Chocolate dipped strawberries
mixed with my wild straw worries.
Those times when you're not around
I don't hear your voices sound,
or feel the warmth of your heat
our lips touching so sweet.
Chocolate smooth and creamy
sweet strawberries delicious dreamy
reminds me of our sweet love
hot and steamy.
I pucker up my lip
the sweet strawberry goes dip,
all my wild straw worries trip,
washed down by a champayne sip.
Baby I'm running out of strawberries,
soon time will turn wild straw worries.
Strawberries are out of season
but there's plenty of chocolate pleasing.
I need all of you in combination,
my wild straw worries meet elimination,
there is no other sweet explanation.
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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