Play Me A Poem
Play me a poem
sail me to sea;
before you play
I'll unlock the cabin
unjar the door
shwoosh away webs
sit cross legged on the floor.
days of youth gone by
makes a pact again
not knowing why.
You can play me a poem
but it costs, you see,
you have to play nice
get real over precise
come away from your world
and just be.
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