She reminds me of a Daydream;
An epitome of ample perfection;
She reminds me,
As I make hay while I live;
For her outstretched arms....
She reminds me of a Daydream;
Syndromes of subtle assumption;
She reminds me,
If I tarry, I must leave;
For her constricted arms....
By:
Beryl Ace
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