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Lobe u
I lobe u
You know this
The feeling is strong
Even if the spelling is wrong
My tiny stubby fingers
Take little time to linger
Over the disproportionate keys
Stubbing along with a head full of bees
You ask what I lobe best
As if I'm not up to the test
But my lengthy gaze tells you
It's me that sees you
Especially when the words arrive late
I lobe...
Tuesday 1st October 2024 2:28 pm
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