*The painter and her brush
the Duck and her thrush
the Heart and her crush
the River and her rush
the poet and his Pen
the lion and his Den
the **** and his Hen
the Driver and his Van
the potter and her clay
the Cloud and her grey
the Eagle and her Prey
the Sun and her Ray
the Hound and his Hunter
the question and his answer
the ship and his anchor
the joker and his banter
the night and her pitch
the light and her switch
the eye and her twitch
the lie and her itch
the ring and his finger
the bell and his ringer
the future and his dreamer
the gamble and his gamer
Even closer than those
We were as close
as the Suit and his laws
we were hinges and doors
*
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
*The painter and her brush
the Duck and her thrush
the Heart and her crush
the River and her rush
the poet and his Pen
the lion and his Den
the **** and his Hen
the Driver and his Van
the potter and her clay
the Cloud and her grey
the Eagle and her Prey
the Sun and her Ray
the Hound and his Hunter
the question and his answer
the ship and his anchor
the joker and his banter
the night and her pitch
the light and her switch
the eye and her twitch
the lie and her itch
the ring and his finger
the bell and his ringer
the future and his dreamer
the gamble and his gamer
Even closer than those
We were as close
as the Suit and his laws
we were hinges and doors
*
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