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…I think…
There once was a man of a wife, With a peculiar quirk that gave strife, He wore his shoes on his hands, And his socks on his glands,
By Melisa Michaels3 years ago in Poets
Heart overflowing with deep It pervades the air like a thief No rest, as sleepless night becomes. I suppose I’ll rest when death is partial.
A rare thing, hidden from us, beyond our sight A vision lost to us, if not for our might That striving for something, no matter the cost
Covet thy jewels! Sapphire makes for cold company — atop your thorn throne.
