Not taking no for an answer, She
Dressed up sexy for the crimes of He
Master-mechanic motivating, She
A fine-tuned engine emerges, He
Speaking in the same tongue, You & Me
Ascend from sorrow’s basement, We
Saying, “Shave,” seems sexier
Whittle is what it was and is
These troubles
These worries of war within
Away
No more
Summer has been here
Shrouded all along….
Original thought credit: David Houston; “Gonna Lay Down My Burdens”
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