Deborah’s mind Was as slippery as an eel. She even, one day, Forgot how to feel. The joy, the pain, The anguish and love; All disappeared To emotional sludge. She tried, How she tried,
I would like to give you daisies; Petals of affection, To flutter with you in the breeze. All ankles, grass and sun on your hair. Whispering pollen into the blue; I’d sing the summer to you;