when no elbow
in your place
considers his,
by second guess
he’s late, &
‘tho a hand,
as clasp in
Grecian key,
confirms comfort
& civility inter–
intro– does he
send a text…
but I suppose
it’s hearsay
Poetry
when no elbow
in your place
considers his,
by second guess
he’s late, &
‘tho a hand,
as clasp in
Grecian key,
confirms comfort
& civility inter–
intro– does he
send a text…
but I suppose
it’s hearsay
Somewhat whimsical.>KB
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Same time, same place…And I hate waiting, uncertainty, crowds!
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worlds of complicated ……..
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Ah…by comparison, other worlds should not be so
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