#917623 added August 15, 2017 at 9:26pm Restrictions: None
Blind Date
8-9-17
One hand across your heart;
the other over your face.
This place is death and
there's nothing of consequence.
Aretha Franklin
taught me how to spell
and Helen Keller
proved I could see, but
I can't solve even
the easiest of mysteries
and you're running out of time.
It's over when the
funnier person makes a
serious face. Check, please.
Am I breathing ok?
Am I doing this right?
If we don't tell anyone,
this never happened.
Chalk it up as another
failure at finding relief
and as always we
should've known better.
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