FIFteenth Day Of April FLower Power Poetry
"The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along." ~Rumi~
all along the watchtower is a song but its a love story too for ewe must climb them ladder rungging wet she works too hard
Climb the rung, Ladder. Tote that barge, Bale. Batton down them latches, Batches. Open up them swales. Straddle the barb , Wire. Straddle the wire, Fence. Straddle the ladder rung sweat and get wet and get down Oo0o0o0o0o get down o0o0oo0o dance with me bababay lamb. <e oh wait. This is meant. Its gonna be a love poem. For YOU. Stone ground heart of mine is flesh of love she changed me into man from worm of hate has turned the earth revolving daily sin is gone in taking love it changed me back into some one has love she makes the world go round the plain is there with grassy hideaways in future where our love will meet someday will come someday this boy will be a man again and love her in her arms all time has stopped to them in love with her and him again. April showers bring May flowers may this May and June be only thine mye flower love. Creativity is squealched in this manner by louts. Deal the cards. Wait. Says Poetboy. Let me tell you my secret to winning. They all smile at him impatiently then they all frown in a hurry up manner. Deal the cards. They say . They all say this at the same three times. He says patiently and slowly so they can GET IT
so they will all understand it perfectly he says in English : Play the card game as iff you are dealing the cards back into the deck they way they came out. (there is a stunned silence in this room). Deal the cards. They say. One by one they smile and play the card game each man is secretly playing his cards as iff they are being dealt back into the deck the same way they came out. Poetboy smiles. 
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