The Therapay Poem by Parme Hice

The Therapay



The Therapay
The Therapay
Eye cannot afford a doctor eye can only afford ewe
A doctor can not tell me not to be so sad and blue
they don't make a medicine that heals the pain of love gone threw
the dart of cupids arrow leaves a mark like death its true
mye babay oh mye babay here me cry and come to love me
The puncture wound is healed and eye want love again.
This is a someday after the valentine wore off.
SHE chatted me she came to me the BLUES Is gone
oh happy EYE can all the ewes feel this OH kiss.

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