Poems about Lorese
you left me punch drunk
You left me sitting on a coppers log
I think you know how to punish me
I think I better be good
I know me
I am good
but can you see me
when I have to touch on wood
It's a weird matter of give and take
and the yo yo string was knotted!
you was pretty though
Pretty like and orchid, delcate and frigile heart.
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