Stop up my mouth with kisses,
do not let me ask,
let me guess wrong with misses,
take me to task
for my misled intuitions
and negating thoughts
that lead to sad suspicions
leaving us out of sorts.
So stop up my mouth with kisses,
keep me in the dark
I'd rather one truth misses
than that I hit the mark.
LRH
9.22.07
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