a “blame the —” poem
*****
Blame your green eyes
And their glamorous reflections
In my heart’s pace.
Due to them
My blood ran hot and fast
And still your greenness
Cuddles me in that
Soft forest.
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Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
Brought to you by Mary K
a “blame the —” poem
*****
Blame your green eyes
And their glamorous reflections
In my heart’s pace.
Due to them
My blood ran hot and fast
And still your greenness
Cuddles me in that
Soft forest.
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