I Struck Guts Poem by Sketcher Ridpath
I Struck Guts
Love,
Oh, It's a funny thing,
That makes my stomach ache,
And makes my heart sing,
And makes me feel like a peasant,
And sometimes a king,
It can be pleasant,
And it can sting,
It's a present,
It's a blessing,
But when I'm not present with the present,
Then i feel i tripped a string,
Like leaving heaven which has no pleasance,
Like messing with a wedding ring.
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