His Arms Soiled
7 May, 2011
Author: Elizabeth Squires
his arms soiled
not too clean
handling another woman
destroying the dream
where was he tonight
whose body was he holding tight
he wasn't at home
in our moonlight
his arms soiled
not too clean
he's no longer
in need of our dream
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| Steven Harper (65.92.47.58) -- Sunday, May 8 2011, 12:08 pm don't worry don't worry here I am to hold you in my arms - I am the Prime Minister of Canada and I can do anything I want including making you my first lady of poetry ..... |
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