Where will it go

by Evee Taylor   Apr 20, 2008


Once shy but now never forgotten
He will bend me and mend me rotten
I may submit and then again
May force him to wane

The indicator is swinging cannot decide
Which way to please him, which way to ride!
Perhaps it is best for time to tell, to sway
Until then many and interesting day

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