A thing That Makes Me Feel Better

Sometimes when life is hard,

my mind's window ajar,

I let out a big old groan that can be heard over in Rome.

My boy friend hears this noise and will come to me with poise, then....

scrunch up his face with a look of distate and groan right back into my face.

Now this may make you scoff,

for it seems a little off,

but his strange face and the noise that he makes....

well, all I can do is laugh.


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