Mr. Bill

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Every
now
and then,
we
get to walk
on
clouds,
like
wind on
top of
wind, or
like
a song does
after
everyone
learns
the words.

We get
to
dance like
a
wedding
party
just let loose,
and
I’m
the lucky groom
who
gets
to carry
your love
to
my heart.

See,
I’m a poet,
and my words
dance from
adjective
to
adverb
like loose
leaves,
but you
get
to
hang and test
this
amazing
love.

Mr. Bill,
my love
is
filled
to the rim,
so
my joy is
simply
finding
a larger
glass.

M.C. Davis

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