One Poet's Dream
A porch swing in a garden so lovely...
If there was such a place I would never be lonely.
That's a place I would imagine him holding me.
Ah, wouldn't I love to live such a dream.
Nothing on mind, no worries, no scheme,
Makes me enjoy thining of such a theme.
Can you really blame me?
I could be at peace and sing to my sweety.
I am but one poet, but that, for me, would be dreamy.
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