Darlene Joy Hilliard
Late - Poem by Darlene Joy Hilliard
Hugs and kisses to start our day off great
Wouldn't it be fun to show up for work late
We could run away and have a date.
Just you and me, wouldn't it be great
Maybe we could catch the freight
We could ride it to another state.
Then we could kiss and hug, that would be great.
The time would come that we would hate,
Back to our real lives and we're late.
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