POEMS

Old dating Game

Will you meet me to fancy my swoon? Perhaps at the cafe, sometime soon. I work in the morning, so how about at noon? Not then either; here comes the gloom. Maybe I’ll dream of us back in my room. One day you’ll be with me and our love will bloom. Hopefully before the next man goes to the moon. Sometime between now and before the world goes boom.

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