Under Your Spell Poem by Morawn Higgs

Under Your Spell



A little song
To sing my
A little song
To sing my
Love for you...

You are to me
Like a jar of pickles to a-
You are to me
Like gas chamber to a-

Needed

You're a McDonald's in the desert,
A gun in a war-
A thought in my mind-
And nothing rhymed

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