To her I've been:
A beggar, a bum, a poet, a thief.
All manner of beings
Including a chief.
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Amor de lejos
Se esconde
Como los Conejos
Buscando los
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Mystical madness in her eyes
One sly little wink from her
Unexpectedly held you like a vise
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Opaque windows block my view
Left over bubble gum hard to chew
Memories of childhood start anew
Old friends visiting now too few
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Clarity clears
Clouded concepts
Continually conforming
Conceptually covert
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I saw a moonbeam
Coax a lizard to dance
The dove laughed so hard
Its beak became jarred
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She said that my prose was prosaic
I loved it when she talked dirty to me
Then I found out what prosaic meant
So I turned to poetry to help me vent
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I danced in the shadows
Until I was able to dance
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