Love

Mister wrong

The blush of May-December A soul-spoken smile. Sidelong glances In a game for two Illicit attention then Public shame She preened no more And December went down In dark turbulence Two wrongs, though eager and rushed, Did not make a right

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Carpe Diem

So. Not for a while now have I felt that I could point the way, suggest, show interest. So, let’s seize this day that’s given. Let’s walk by the water. A movie and popcorn. The second hand store. Please, take my hand. Are you still mine? Come with me. I promise.

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