Doris The Florist
you sit so fine
must like my kind
i bow to you
with love so true
Doris Doris that's
like her name
smart as a whip
who has no tame
like as i sit forever
sit soever young
her love for me
is like a smoking gun
so who am i
to win like such so kind
who eyes are strong
with love so mine
so cast me
here forever more
like a open door
or a creaky floor
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