One woman. One year. Countless distractions.
There was a book lover named Kim,Whose outlook for the weekend seemed grim.She made a request,And at this bequest, I wrote her this poem on a whim.
I almost frightened my partner half to death with my gasp of surprise and delight when I saw your little poem on Friday night... :-) You do work to keep your customers happy! :-)Thank yooouuuuuu!!!! My brain therefore didn't explode.... :-)
Heheh... I'm glad you saw it before it was too late. Also, I should give Rusty credit for helping me with the rhyming. Left to myself, my poems go more like this:I'm a poet /but I don't know why.
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