Don’t you, my Friend?


Possibly a dream, it could have been
A non-dream too, but don’t you
Remember a thing or two that were seen
Before there were quite a few
Chores to do, pretty lovers to woo?
Don’t you, my dear friend, don’t you
Remember how we’d breathe
A little diffrently, and befriend
Bugs, snails and a bee or two
Before there were pretty ones to woo?

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