Pressed to find something to blog today I dug through the archives and elevated this to "sweet nothing" status:
Thirteenth Sweet Nothing
by Chris J. Shull
Long ago in a lonesome time
Appeared a girl who was like none.
And when her hand held tight to mine
We danced all day upon the sun.
And I'm no more the lonesome knight;
Now blessed by her perfect design.
She makes makes me sing and dance all night
So long to being left behind.
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