I often wonder if truth is delirious
ripe like summer ****
I often think of my friends as fruit
There's Jenny with peach complexion
and Ruby a beguiling plum
Maybe one day my lover will call me subtle
but what should I call her?
Perhaps I should call everyone porcelain,
to jest too far, is to personalize unthinking
merriment on the blind side!
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
I often wonder if truth is delirious
ripe like summer ****
I often think of my friends as fruit
There's Jenny with peach complexion
and Ruby a beguiling plum
Maybe one day my lover will call me subtle
but what should I call her?
Perhaps I should call everyone porcelain,
to jest too far, is to personalize unthinking
merriment on the blind side!
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