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Itching
My pen is itching
To touch base with you,
But as always with
Mental love affairs
The twitching members
Are seldom soothed
With satisfaction,
And of course the
Reaction of beating hearts
Does not always coincide
With the reality
Of the moment whatever
That is or may be,
Oops, there goes the bus,
Thank God
I don’t ride buses.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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