Ramblings In Verse
For Summer leaves where Autumn goes
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Furrows In Your Brow
It ever pleases me to see
The furrows in your brow
That come about with every pout
Begotten by a row;
So let me plot and fabricate
An argument somehow,
That I may sigh, and gaze upon
The furrows in your brow.
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