Why do
I do
the things
I do?
Like see-
ing you
and me
pass through
the sum-
mer to-
gether
as two.
Risking
jail to
send won-
ders through
the mail
to you
and flow-
ers too.
Calling
up you
to say
to you
I’m lone-
ly to-
night and
drunk too.
What do
I do
With me?
With you?
It’s so
hard to
say I
love you
when I
love you.
Categories: Selection: Early Years
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