Love When Moist

Poem By Glenn Bagshaw

Say that seas were just our dreaming
and love a ship to find,
you'd soon perceive my sea of dreams
where you're moored in my mind.

Ah, but your ocean's all of artic;
spurn, just skip me like a stone;
for I'm the fling-lost-all at sea.
So down I drown alone!

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