Bare Truth
Bare Truth
my dear
black bear
are you
my pooh
my pie
in sky
so sweet
to eat
one piece
to feast
to dine
so fine
on plates
of fate
to doors
of yours
unstrap
the gap
the bridge
to ridge
of glad
not sad
let me
in thee
to pose
for rose
let me
in thee
to rhyme
of time
let me
in thee
to bake
a cake
to ice
it nice
so sweet
we eat
and let
beset
bygones
withdrawn
of gloom
and doom
repent
last vent
so weeds
recede
can nose
smell rose
can scent
accent
say you
i do
connie pachecho
3/12/17
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