I can be just your type
You can just let go
And listen up
You can respect me
You can not gaslight the skies till they’re bright blue
You can realize your tainted lens
You can warm up that frozen tongue
Don’t be a sheep
I can be your obsession
Happiness is a thought away
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SMiLes Generally Speaking Now
Whenever A Poem Comes On
Anywhere Around A Globe my
Movie Maker Memory
Selects Songs of Soul
From At Least the Last
6 Decades With SMiLes
Tina Turner Hit me First With “What’s
Love Got To Do With It” Then A Lament
For “Old Fashion Love Song” In Three
Part Harmony Dear Miriam as True It Seems
i Am Hearing at Least Two Voices in Your Poem
So Far And i Am Not Familiar With Any Modern
Day Dating App Age Songs Appropriately Yet Indeed
This Sounds Like
A Couple of Folks
On A Dating App Yes
Oh Lord So Fortunate
Enough to Be Way too Old
For That And Still Young Enough
For Old Fashion Love Songs Not Only
Then Yet
Now Too
For Real
For Real
For Real
Really For Real
Could Be A Two
Word Phrase This
Year Yet For Real..:)
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