What is there not to like ?

What is there to be liked ?

What a lot of What-a-burger
cough , cough , could you step back out of the light ?

I caught you with your finger in the hole

the one that plugs the leaking waters of the ****

Saw you hike up your skirt
just checking to see if all was tight

Yes I wonder if you are all right

I do the same myself

I opened up many doors
just to have them slammed in my face

What if we all were born of age and reversed the time that went ?

Would we fret the womb and the unaging going back ?

When I pause to think of you I try to not tarry long

It was just a lighter shade to the pale of winter and it was just a hazy song