A Love Poem
I had told you about Hengloo
I was fond of feeding him
he was fond of me.
I had told you too
returns the pain
of not seeing those waiting eyes.
Now you ask me
why I write these all over again?
For at the grocer's
came a brown cow
his dangling head
his storm-cloud eyes
signing to me
I too am hungry.
So this Wednesday evening
with my socks still worn
a love is born.
I hear a voice say
Here I send a new friend
find me in him.
My socks still worn
I dip my hand
to find more friends...
Saturday is just three days away.
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