Learning To Count! (For The Beautiful Mystery Of Miss Janice) Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Learning To Count! (For The Beautiful Mystery Of Miss Janice)
WON.
TOO.
TREE.
FORE!
HIVE.
SEX.
HEAVEN.
ATE.
NEIN!
THEN..!
See?
It's as easy as
A
B
C
!
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Yeah, I know...but believe it or not this is a love poem. You know when your world is turned completely upside down and you have to re-learn everything because a woman has taken(one by one) each molecule of you and replaced them(again one by one) with nothing( ) but...love...her love. Totally transforming you! I am just learning how to get the gist of things again and as you can see I can almost count and account for myself but not quiet...not...quiet! Right! Let's see how that goes again...ONE TWO THREE (SEE!) FOUR FIVE ...SEX...HEAVEN!
Ahhh...Houston...I think we have a problem!
Talking in an euphoria, you transform the words in a genuine way, really :) . Glad to see you in your natural gaseous molecular state, fallen in love again Donall Dempsey!
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 2:55:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You turn even the simplest things into a pleasure to read! And learning to count again, just like relearning how to walk or how to talk must indeed bring even more pleasure when you master it again... HG: -) xx