"Sue's Poetry"
Sue was his honey bun.
They met when the heat was on the sun in poems.
On the swings in the park.
Her golden blond hair sailed in the air.
To her I remain unknown in the poem's fun sun .
She recited it on a school day.
She invited me to stay.
I went on my way.
We never did play.
Except in the poetry by her most delicate hand.
J.Billet to Lime Rickey 02.12.2015
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