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maybe I'm plain crazy or simply just don't care

but that man is dying to be the death of me

I just don't know yet where

his prize horses and my pensive poems what a laughable

pair

his ranch in the background to my free flying long hair

everywhere we'll go people will stop and stare

at me with my gentle smile and he with his cold glare

then comes the possibility of children

now that could give anyone a scare

if they were born sweet and quiet that would be

genetically rare

with my streak of bad luck

the poor wee babes would have my eyes and his jet

black hair

unruly as hell but under the strain they would

somehow bare

that rough hew and aggravating man

may at times be

the brute son of a bear

but I know I'd still welcome him back every night

into my lair..................

(written Jan 15,1992 pm)