Usual Bench: Poem
You may call me a silly old fool
Teasing with mirthful glee
But you cannot hide the twinkle in your eye's pool
The one you send only for me,
We have seen so many suns' raises at the coffee time
We know each other's tune
We will flirt and laugh at our usual bench at the pine
As we sit to wait for the Moon.
Tomshinsky@2024
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