The rain poured, our day’s askew.
An evening’s spent missing you.
Better safe than sorry is what they say.
But I can dream about you anyway.
And together again we’ll be tomorrow.
When held safe, no chance of sorrow.
~*~
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Outpourings from the poor old porous mind of Steve Kittell
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