Just a Sec
I know you hate me writing this,
But it’s not you of whom I miss
The ‘Bird of Paradise’ in nose
It makes it itch, so here she blows!
Not everything could be a crisis
This note then serves, it thus entices
And provokes your worn out nerves
Just one more ounce of much perturbs
So what’s my point of which to make?
I have not one, but want to take
You far from washed up on the shore
To help you be more than a bore
Am I so dull then so to come
into your world so still and glum?
Or did I help to make a difference
in your world of deference?
Putting off to do tomorrow
How much time is it you borrow?
In a minute, just a sec…
You deal from bottom of the deck
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