louvres#594

"... Have I not noticed something change
Or left things fester like a mange
Priorities to rearrange
Oh so much left undone
And in a moment she begins
To load upon me my grave sins
Just think of all the dreadful things
Resign me to my fate
And then her lips begin to move
Her voice a breathy open louvre
Her words of silk are just as smooth
“I think we need a cat” ..."

L Alexander Carlé   2011

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