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Oh you Haunt me So
I just can’t ever run away from you
You’re all the picture wherever I go
Your face got pasted on people I see
You’re as a shadow wherever I’ll be
I sleep hugging your memory in bed
To wake up, with you in prayer that I’ve said
“Every night, I find, as I come to dine
You’re on a chair just across from mine”
In my gazebo, you’re the face I saw
In the garden, you’re there in the seesaw
You paced the terrace as I grilled a fish
You’re the kitchen help, as I cook a dish
You’re everywhere, it seems, all over the house
In all places therein, so your stalking goes
In the corridors, your specter does roam
Likewise in the porch and in the bathroom
Oops, no please, not inside the bathroom walls
Where you might just observe the protocols
Just this once, refrain from making this happen
Like Napoleon said, “Not now, my Josephine”
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I enjoyed this immensely, but I must run - the protocols beckon.
Questor, I enjoyed this, though one line might I suggest you change.
--In the garden, you’re there in the seesaw - to- You're there on the sea-saw.
Dana
Miss put down into words what I wanted to say in a long time about Q's poems. He can make hell serious stanzas and end up with humor in the end. A versatile poet this Q. Thumbs up!
"Oh You Haunt Me So".......What would you feel if your girl's presence is with you all the time?

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