A Word…just I a Word
Struck by her beauty
The strutting beauty
The riotous blood
In me
Accost her made me.
In that madness
I ran to her
‘A word Mademoiselle,
Just a word! ’
Ha! She continued on
Strutting arrogant:
And I was left with
A bottle of words in hand
Just that
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