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I was dressed
to the nines
with
grandiose ideas
in my hip pocket
So grandiose,
I wore a ring
and was ready
to have
a kissing line
Conversations complete
at the blink
of an eye
with
the cellist from Peru
She was cuter
than a button
and I juggled
buttonholes
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:::
I swallowed every note
with glee
but poor me:
I never said a word
to anyone
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© PAUL OLIVERIO ©
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