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(PPC6 Prompt 7) We were lovers in the days when Doyle Park Was family, friends, long walks A quiet stream; long before the gangs The loafers and pervs and "drive-bys" We were outlaws, but only for love Stealing time from work to meet Her dog, Her dog! o no! my new love She has a dog! We romped and twirled and Ran the legs off the beast She told me his name Mark something but I heard "I have never had such bad luck!" My new love has a dog! Then my luck changed forever She cuddled close, her lips brushing mine and whispered: "You remember his name, don't you?" My face turned to bury itself In ebony falls of glorious hair And nuzzled the word: "Markson?" Like a proposal of marriage She kissed me the promise of It is forever and ever we be And so it is my love and so it is. Free Form 25 Lines ♫~ Kenword~♫ (101@100513)_(101x2@030614)__________ (YCM_@122313) |