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My Honey

I keep my honey close,

like in my hip pocket.

I always know where she is,

and I don't have to lock it.

My honey is my dear,

so I keep her right here,

am slow to let go of her,

but for her there's no peer.

When I need my honey,

she is always right there.

And I can count on her,

to cover me when threadbare.

She is so warm and generous,

I never have to beware.

She's there for my giving,

and for my every care.

If you haven't guessed by now,

I will give you a big clue,

my honey is my money,

thank you, and how do you do?

Copyright © Ronald W. Hull

12/21/22

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