No, I’m not afraid to kiss you,
Sorry if I made that faceI was thinking,
If you bury me,
Lay me next to the old stone wall
In the cemetery,
By the field for the horse paddock
That each Spring,
My head abut the wall,
I may push up tulips
Where the horse, head hung over the wall
Above my loving face,
With slobbering tongue, wet lips,
Horse teeth, might eat
That I might make that face again,
The face I make
When I kiss you
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