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Monday, 26 June 2017

Not An Art Apart

You can raise me like a seance,
And I will have ultimate reliance
On your persevering suppliance
Of I adoring adherence.

Are you basking in I radiance,
And am I convenient like an appliance,
You are my constant near and dear
And without fear I will hear.

Listen as to what is to pursue,
Euphonious words to stick like glue,
As my previous sinning was a beginning
And not an ending, as I am supplying denying.

Time is apparently keeping us apart,
You played me like a heavenly harp,
This was a timely start from being apart.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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