I couldn't sleep one night and,
hoping you'd be awake,
poked, and waited,
then found your photograph,
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Sail most by south, by west the least,
until the moon sets in the east.
There, in a sea the hue of custard,
ye'll see the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard
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It makes me happy, to be with you.
To watch you smile and hear you speak
and see your eyes turn softly warm,
makes me happy to be with you.
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If I had passed you, one morning on the beach,
I'd have nodded and, half smiling,
said some ordinary thing
like, ‘Lovely morning'.
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These here are the facts, very nearly true,
all about this lady I knew who
ate kale as though it was good for you.
And she seemed to be hardly mad at all,
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You changed me, Maggie.
Just by being you,
you changed me.
You made a less selfish,
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To draw your soft warm body
close to mine.
To melt into you,
with everything I feel for you
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Some man deserves the right to give her love,
this Lisa.
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There's no denying that she's aged
and mellowed in that easy way
such lovely women do.
Love of life has left its traces
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Erstime, ere bards nor wondering Joyceters
did glybb their gobs with glanjous tongue,
Sir Slip The Most of Figleefmoistners,
was undangled…and his sling unslung.
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