01 January 2009
Again You Come to me
Again you come to me
And whisper.
Again you speak to me in verse
And I must pay naught but strict rapt
To your terse words.
But let let he not quarrel, lest he loose you again.
Let me not turn you away and banish
My thoughts to sad colorless grain.
I accept you like the loam ope's for rain.
As the tree sees the sun's rays again
And boughs to you,
And boughs to you.
NG1109-2
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