But, Please Don't Get Me Wrong
It is too late to find me frisky,
And in a puppy love for you.
Those senses of mine have been jaded.
And in stages to someday fade.
But, please don't get me wrong.
If someone should come along...
With the right zip,
To get me and my spirits lifted?
I wont remember a thing I've said to you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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