OK, so I get soppy at this time of night. So what. Go with the flow, that’s my rule.
If thoughts could fill you with content
My own could not be better spent
And if my thoughts could ease the pain
I’d think and think them all again.
Not much of a poem for a poet, I know; but it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?
You’ll miss me when I’m gone, you know. (Bell’s is on special offer at Sainsbury’s, by the way. Yum.)
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