It is being long am on the road.
Every morning I return home
Not house & settle down in corner.
The dark mushy corner I like a lot
The tremble on the strings of web,
The buzz of flies & mosquitoes
Oh I love them lot…a lot…
If you want, can offer your hand
I’ll like to go away with you
On a dinner or lunch or movie…
If you want me in your bed I’ll;
I’ll make love to you & will let you…
But I’ll return to the corner
‘Cause this is where I belong…
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Beautiful poem!!
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