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Camping
May I camp in your head,
He queried,
You’ve been here in mine
For really some,
He said.
How big is your party,
She asked.
Just me, he replied,
The rest don’t like
Camping.
Will you stay in one spot,
Not slip into my heart
And other parts and places?
That depends, he said.
Depends on what, she asked?
On chemistry and how loud
They play their music.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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