Poem 28 (61) -- Against you I like to rub.

Mikka Mi Amor                 Bones Kendall

 

Against you I like to rub.
Feed you, I do, with grub.
Tousle your hair–
Enter your lair–
And never let you go.
Be with you I will
‘Til we die and still
More if I could.
I feel like I should
At least try and let you know.

 

 

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