Here You Come Again
Here you come again, LexPoMo,
calling my non-poet voice
to reach deep down and fake it.
Here you come again
and I hear Dolly’s sweet trill
turn into a cheerful ear worm
made more cheerful still by reminding me
of my friend Marianne, an actual poet,
who saw Dolly before she was famous
and has video to prove it.
I love that story.
So here I go.
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Poets make observations and yours are making me grin! Keep on being real!