poetry

22

22 22 22 22

oh how it feels to be 22

Golden on my year

the day on the twenty-second

oh how i keep seeing you and hearing you

just give me the blues 22

you cool , i see you are the sign

now give me the reason you recur

i keep missing you , do you concur ?

twenty something , call her love 22

potion this potion its got me bemused

i think i got it – …

it’s a catch 22

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