Love Spasm the First

What she did was cavilling
Herself she had indicted;
And though she tiptoed round the truth
Somehow I think I liked it

She sang her song of innocence
As sweetly as the birds;
Then picked my pocket clean
While I was hanging on her words

A carny and a gamin
What you saw was what you’d find:
But I felt pangs of love for her
I’d lost my freaking mind

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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