Jack Turner

Love Is

Love is
Arse.

Beauty, romance, love
Tosh.

Butterflies, heart races, mouth dry,
Face red,
Rings and kisses and never-ending Love
Bollocks.

Give me
Freedom, friends, whiskey laced tea

No worries

No hassles

No loves

Love

Is arse.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 1, 2008

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  • Tai Chi Italy (12/1/2008 4:43:00 PM)

    love is my arse, on a plate! lol springs to my feet and runs...Tai lol

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