Let Us Wed---
LET US WED
As the eciplise the moon covers the sun;
Like as ants build mounds tunnel hills;
I have become;
I love you so it’ thrills;
Bitter sweet are those berries;
Sour is the wine;
Oh! My, lovely my darling;
Allow yourself to be mine;
Let us wed;
Nuff’ said;
06/20/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
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