Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Poetic Asides book

“Perfect Strangers”

Perfect Strangers with tattered pages
Survived several readings through the ages
Her biological clock was ticking
He had guilt sharp and sticking
They made a pact, a bit courageous

He’d marry and sire for his wages
She was plain, he had rages
Both beyond romantic picking
Perfect Strangers

The two sported emotional cages
But their love grew in stages
Their positive traits began clicking
Then the baby started kicking
Perfect Strangers

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