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Dreaming A Lover
Sunday past two
With a Pacific fall storm
Hammering us hard,
I saw an old daisy
Out in the yard,
If your game man
She said, let’s give
It a try,
It’s okay with me
I’m about ready
To die,
I picked her up
Gently with my
Back to the wind,
Started pulling her petals
Get a shot, get a shot not,
Get a shot, get a shot not,
Now this is a spin
She said with a grin,
I was dreaming
A lover
Not H-one-N.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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