Jan 31
Petulance calls, the moment I heard you
Whyfore the dollars, whyfore the cents?
Wherefore the love when promised tomorrow
Wherein intensity's feeling, incensed?
Petulance calls when riding your busway
Petulance breaks the pain in this heart....
Gone the reluctance to run my horizons
Fled far beyond your compulsive restart!
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
Whyfore the dollars, whyfore the cents?
Wherefore the love when promised tomorrow
Wherein intensity's feeling, incensed?
Petulance calls when riding your busway
Petulance breaks the pain in this heart....
Gone the reluctance to run my horizons
Fled far beyond your compulsive restart!
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
Trampling the sensitivities of Cloudydaze sadness in his compulsive missive: "Fifty Two Dollars"
(79/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ)
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