we love each other
through sundry miseries
never getting it right
but somehow stumbling into
fresh opportunities for mischief...
all good intention
an empty excuse afterward
but oh what a blast
while the thing's happening...
other people don't understand
lacking knowledge of their own foolery
but for all the sadness of this world
how sour and dour without our fun and if
we didn't love each other...
Content (c) 2008-2013 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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