Can I get your hand to write on?
Words I think I do own,
When I talk about them,
I don't understand any one,
Won't you like to read it and stay?
I wanted to, but couldn't say,
You're the beauty, the smart, the better,
And I'm a raw dweller,
You're the best of a good speller,
And I'm worst of a fool teller,
Wish could say since long,
But I fear I may be wrong,
So, won't you like to read it and stay?
I wanted to, but couldn't say
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