Few people can be believed
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***

kisses like the softest
  
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         o    t  
                    e    
                       s

off grand piano
  
     k
          e    y
                    s

play my foolish heart
like your piano

     p  l   e   a
                       s  
                          e

Ground me to dust,
       But every grain

Will hold more worth



                  Than you..