You are a contemporary man don’t you know
Well that may be
But I prefer to hang with thee, Mr. Poe
If I could turn back the hands of time
To the age of eloquence
If I could with the giants of the past
to thrive in their simple innocence
On a Frosted New England Night
As I sip my dark red Merlo
And work out how to
Straighten my Longfellow
Elizabeth, my friend my secret lover
You I hold above all others
For you know how I do love thee
© JPM 11/7/08
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