Ms. Cwab

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Your doubts
Have brought dark clouds
And I don't know if I'm with you
Or without. Your nose and eyes
Are teary, and you're about
wearied by the ins and outs -
your heart that moves in leaps and bounds
it starts in inches as you count
the petals of the flower that you found
settled in the bottom of the pocket of your coat.
I can hardly stifle the laughter in my throat.
So when I try to put an arm around
Your voice utters a threatening note
And your eyes cast me a withering glance
And I sit back and stare askance
Though I'm still entranced by your fragrance
I dare not touch you. Damn Damn Damn.
Your crabby ways
Test my patience.

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