Bound
we two, you 'n' I, Ted,
lied upon that lonesome rock
and watched our dear counterparts
nibbling leaves in the almost-dark.
you sprung up, staggered,
with horn of heady brew,
one more buck well-spent
on a damn fine eve, leaving
that doe-eyed girl feeling
a tender peace, of meet as
with that fool, hearty Venus' son,
does always come to bring.TMK 8sept2007
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