The Lemon Tree - Gord - Aspoet
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Gord

2018-04-03 07:08 am
Lemons lie, apt,
Lime euchre too,
Not unlike jazz.
Timing foolish,
Notation tulips,
Rhythm moonlit,
Foregoing movies then beauty.

Routine flows like gravy,
Poutine without cheese,
Potato man, Potato head,
But smell bueno,
She relents.

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