In the Pine
Not for you to worry,
for everything is ok,
I knew you were in a hurry,
you had to be on your way.
So no need to ponder,
my feeble little mind,
we will be together,
and we’ll make love in the pine.
Sometimes things are said,
when we don’t want them in the least,
sometimes things we dread,
sometimes there is a beast.
He kicked me in the stomach,
made me swallow my esophagus,
I a little dumbstruck,
felt a bit sick I guess.
But everything is ok,
everything is just fine,
not for you to worry,
someday you’ll be mine.
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