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Saturday, 3 November 2018

Cheryl Peril

I have a mad screw loose
With my neck in a noose
I chance with sad death
Out of living breath,
I have been insane
Playing a mad game
Of trying to tame
Myself being lame.

With Cheryl I'd be glad,
To Bear I would be Dad,
I am duly family inclined
She will aptly duly find.
Will she take a chance
On a knight with a lance.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/11/2018

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

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