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Nordic Track now spackle back smooth sailing
Emailing ain’t the same as being your breeze
Where subways play white-woodwind sounds, hailing
Your aura absent near big-apple bees
Of honey-suckle seat buckle strap down
Reverse clap-frown, arms open-smiles up
Kleptomaniacs heart stealing through town
Stand puzzled at mine with denial cupped
Like they could never have it for themselves
Optometrists list your eyes out of sight
Needles-haystacks like you-wonderful shelves
Earthworms enrich soil you enrich nights
Leave me a loan of love but not alone
Yorks lose new by you skipping town like stone.
Leaving Bowery where we bow or we
Oscillate on slam contenders spitting
New verse see-sawing imagined airy
Exposition beneath stars outwitting
Losers drawing escape plans through the back.
Yet my confidence remains set intacked
Not unlike thumbs push-pinning noses smack
Every time penalty where scores are hacked
With I saw her first eye-sores so sadly
Yearning to score a Bo Derek oil peek
Of the sacrificial goat who badly
Resembles a kid with no ID and meek
Karen recited will always get tens
Scott will write it using more than just pens.