Fly Me To The Poet
on a wing and a prayer
on my dogs gentle hair
with your prose all so sweet
give it to me as I meet
Your feelings.
good god your so fine
Like a fine wine
Bless my life and my being
free my eyes not seeing
the guest you are in my mind
a woman to dine
for my little left time.
poem by John Shea
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