#came - Hello Poetry

a plain poem (the first time I came in you) a plain poem, light and effervescent, a flim-flan tasting, plein de absurde rimes, full of nonsensical rhymes, a lattice of criss crossing pastry sugary lines, the ones, cannot, struggle to deduce, induce, reduce from my constipated vocabulary oh well ~ *the first time I came in you, entered, bidden welcome, suffused a bridge between the party of the first part, the party of the second part, sugar lightness airy nonsense, two spirits dancing the singular pas de deux of their finite lives, a performance unbeatable, unrepeatable, lost to the perfection annals Shockingly, Surprisingly, Summarily, did not compose an ode, don't mine a new vein of ore, even write a plain poe poem as best can recall, at the candle melting of the sealing wax of the deal, gave an honest speech, instantly falling fast asleep with nary a grunted word ever since l, cannot write of plain love plainly, so she makes me pay with a new living elegant elegy daily, a quatrain, what a pain, this iambic panting meter love poem writing jeez louise, how I wish could write of roses red and violets blue, get back to sleep, oh well then, back to work got to make those sad moans, hers, go away, so please excuse me near ten years later, still paying the dues of the initializing error of my way she rumbles-mumbles in her pre-awakening dream state, so please excuse, got to go, think up some implicated complicated verses to soothe away her simple poorly hidden anxieties you see, I am happy paying on and on, writing like the devil furious, she is stirring, coffee soon, cafe au lait if you get my meaning, but still cannot beat, repeat, re-alive that simple plain living poem notated, when first I came in her* <•;) 9/24/17 6:49am ~7:17am

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Sep 24, 2017

Sep 24, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC

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a plain poem (the first time I came in you)

a plain poem (the first time I came in you) a plain poem, light and effervescent, a flim-flan tasting, plein de absurde rimes, full of nonsensical rhymes, a lattice of criss crossing pastry sugary lines, the ones, cannot, struggle to deduce, induce, reduce from my constipated vocabulary oh well ~ *the first time I came in you, entered, bidden welcome, suffused a bridge between the party of the first part, the party of the second part, sugar lightness airy nonsense, two spirits dancing the singular pas de deux of their finite lives, a performance unbeatable, unrepeatable, lost to the perfection annals Shockingly, Surprisingly, Summarily, did not compose an ode, don't mine a new vein of ore, even write a plain poe poem as best can recall, at the candle melting of the sealing wax of the deal, gave an honest speech, instantly falling fast asleep with nary a grunted word ever since l, cannot write of plain love plainly, so she makes me pay with a new living elegant elegy daily, a quatrain, what a pain, this iambic panting meter love poem writing jeez louise, how I wish could write of roses red and violets blue, get back to sleep, oh well then, back to work got to make those sad moans, hers, go away, so please excuse me near ten years later, still paying the dues of the initializing error of my way she rumbles-mumbles in her pre-awakening dream state, so please excuse, got to go, think up some implicated complicated verses to soothe away her simple poorly hidden anxieties you see, I am happy paying on and on, writing like the devil furious, she is stirring, coffee soon, cafe au lait if you get my meaning, but still cannot beat, repeat, re-alive that simple plain living poem notated, when first I came in her* <•;) 9/24/17 6:49am ~7:17am