Tuesday, June 30, 1992

Oh, lover ('92-ish, I dunno)

Oh, lover. I comprehend
    The loving electric vibes you send
The feeling I get
    when thinking of you
    is like looking at a whole
    bunch of marijuana
But thy buzz is more
    intoxicating
And thy trip far
    more heady, you know, intense.
    Shall I compare the to a bud?
    Thy fragrance is far sweeter
            And thy taste to the lips
    causes much more rejoicing. 

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