Mr. Deed’s Poem

HARD TO BREATHE, FEELS LIKE FLOATING

SO FULL OF LOVE, MY HEART’S EXPLODING.

HARD TO BREATHE HANDS ARE SHAKING

MY HEART IS YOURS FOR THE TAKING.

ACTING WEIRD AND NOT MYSELF

DANCING AROUND LIKE A KEEBLER ELF.

FINALLY TIME FOR THIS POOR SCHLUMP

TO KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO FALL IN LOVE.

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Published::
6.30.09 / 2pm
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