If it’s a poem
You want to see
I would bet
That one might be
Somewhere in
The depths of me.
“When you all came
By way of jet
The time had not
Arrived as yet
When Andree’s sweet
Heart, Annette
And me myself
Had actually met.”
It’s short but sweet
Yet so am I.
So in the black
Of this night’s sky
I bid farewell
And to bed I fly.
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