Alas, poor Lora, alone in bed at night,
feeling the PAIN, albeit out of sight.
If I could concoct 4 U a magic potion...
to ease pain, I'd swim the biggest ocean.
But first I'd don my flippers and my mask.
A smile in return is all, from you, I'd ask.
(February....24...2020)
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Aaahhhhh...I sense the Bard. He did observe- -" Now get you to my lady’s chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come. Make her laugh at that." Oooohhh what a night!