Hello my dear my love
I know I’ve got on a drug
on down my throat shove
it’s got me strung above.

I feel the sun bake on me
and I end my day pleasantly
as the sun drifts down be
a person of words eloquently.

Here in this little trove
I keep close near I hold
the blade so very cold
in love does what told.

Take this Christ fancy full
of me the jack or the fool
that drifts around so cool
finds what’s been so cruel.

Touch the tail of a merry
tale that I feel is just so very
quaint and paltry ordinary
gift of my own made query.

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