and do not ask how far or rough the road
sing with me a song of love, she says, or three or two
and I open my mouth and do not ask how long (or loud or high)
it is enough that she asks and that I can
and will
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- Brat Farrar (
bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
bratfarrar
poem (by me): a ditty
and do not ask how far or rough the road
sing with me a song of love, she says, or three or two
and I open my mouth and do not ask how long (or loud or high)
it is enough that she asks and that I can
and will
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