Jess Poem by Brett Rogers

Jess



There is a spy in my box!
A private eye
With sometimes-curly locks.
It’s cold in here,
But you remembered socks,
And we will talk,
And talk, and talk …
Thank God.

Friday, March 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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