A SAD POEM, NANCY, AS CHANCE CHANCES ROMANCES (AS FOR YOU IN ST. LOU) TERRIBLE TO ME TURN TO OTHER'N YOU... IS NEVER LUV 4EVER NOW?

 

Nancy!
This Day, a Tuesday the day 4U Pickleball plays
and day B4 pm9 I try again to send/transcend some how
a Keeping Wow 2 love any How GhostLovedMostStill will 
read indeed that NO though you for PeaceRelief did separate--
the anguishing Covenant now I keep (steep!)
meets (so saddened ungladden'd I must in honesty painfully say)
E'en to me Others Seem Glad to Eye
Me, Sissy Gurly-dresst: Yes wont in wanton glance
would chance ?romance? the dance You Nancy may.be do
these too ask this-here queer quemless ?Ms?
exactly as in LandsBeyondRiversWest of me
I GUESS (probably errantly... but face-it I let you Free)...
a-liking.loving OtherBodies; my Some Body too
is getting led Eros-fed to ?LovesNotYou?
... by which witchment my me's torn twisting taunting
!Please! No Other than the Womb'an far and gone
Nancy foregone the guess be too...

Is not it terrible that Love, even for the He MustBeTrue as I
drifts drifts, grifts and grabs the gyne-new
who would by flirt skirt my OneOnly ThisNancyFancied
far far far from me, silently letting a forgetting
of OnceUponTime
a DandelionI did try Kiss PrairieWildRose o'Bliss
now vacuous, in nil near-nothingness...


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  1. 2 Steps Forward, 1 BackwardAugust 27, 2024 at 8:59 PM

    This day is NOT the day-of-week you frequently seek this λ Lambda L's lit-to-hit; you pickle having a ball or too l guess, and I the cookie who'd glad make cookies for Thy pickled ballers 'waller': NO NOT BY YOU AM I THIS DAY AWAY FAR FROM M'AVATAR I GET GLAD-EYED HIT: ANOTHER OR SO'D LIKE TO ME LUV-TOO... horrible feel I tempted attempted those might make me sissy drift from U ;-)

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  2. 2 Steps Forward, 1 BackwardAugust 28, 2024 at 2:46 AM

    NO! NancyMyFancy!--*Just-You* *Just-You* => wite I be for OnlyThee...m'Willed Will-Power Clave But for fond FluffyFlower...Ne'er Won't that Woman's Want/Wont Power on me'll make me LoveBut Nancy the Hunter, Heart's Lonely Hunter forfor-her hunt too (Yes I do!).. Whom in Wide Contininent's Room I me shall do!!!!!!!! O Nancy lemme help-me just luv U... None other'll ever-do but U...No wont I but Nancy, I won't then woo another but Nancy:You...I must i will 2U be ever and tru...

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