O love, thy love is very beautiful Despite being far, it still beats in my heart Thy memories in me are plentiful That have held thou in me, to never part It’s been so long since I saw thy fair face Since I smelt of thy sweet and pleasant scent Whilst I looked in thy eyes of charming grace And long ago my joy, thy smile had meant Such beauty not before my eyes had met And thy soul pure within thine being divine Days spent together, never I’ll forget No matter what, thou shall always be mine And I won’t wait till my last breath for thee For, our love shall bring sooner, thou to me….
The moral dilemma was unlearning. less than truth. Downgrading the- branded witch. Vaccine was spawning new virus. O Buddha, why did you started looking beautiful and began sitting in a living room? Trailing the smoke I was going to find
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration! As most every girl and boy taught back in the day, or more recently going to Zerns, a golden age of story telling, when rapt listening ears willingly leant eager attention to a riveting speaker such