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Sunday 4 August 2024

My Hype Of A Gripe

 

Love is duly in my mind’s eye

When I lovingly wink at you,

With staring I so wonder why

I still haven’t the faintest clue

If I am fanatical of reciprocal

Inclinations with supplications,

And as I look I wonder in luck

Or sorrow of what is tomorrow

If it is devoid of you it is true

I am blue not knowing growing

To a height of you being a sight

Of worthy might with my hype

Of plight as I begrudgingly gripe

Of being right or wrong in a song

In tune to gloom or being a groom.

 

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/08/2024

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

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