Don’t believe in me
You I can’t see
Birds chirping in a tree
Rene’ does complete we…
Blonde she was quite young
Blonde still a little older
She has always been in my dreams
As per what was written by Jung…
My poetry may be indescribable
Relying on my drug of choice
My love for my muse inescapable
A fire she is burning from within
I do write quite aloud
But with a passive voice…
© e J 5/2008
Blessings and Love to Both ~~ Micke
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Tell her sweet things and you will be safe.
Ed the Elder
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Newfie Hugs, Rose