Jun 2015
At times, your flotsom and jetsom gets to me.
Mostly, I think you're beautiful.
At times, I look at you and want to ask,
"Why are you in a frantic, frothing frenzy?"
At times, I exclaim, "Really? Come on! I mean, come on! How bad is it, really?"...
At times, you storm away.
At times, I wonder if you are worth the aggrivation.
At times, I don't think I deserve you.
Mostly, I think you're beautiful.
At times, I look at you and want to ask,
"Why are you in a frantic, frothing frenzy?"
At times, I exclaim, "Really? Come on! I mean, come on! How bad is it, really?"...
At times, you storm away.
At times, I wonder if you are worth the aggrivation.
At times, I don't think I deserve you.
I wrote this, just now, on this url, from my small, but smart phone the first thing this morning. March 14, 2015.
(Louisiana)
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