RIBBONS
By Roland E. Williams
Sweet dreams wished -way too often-
None willing, to make them so
The dreams of lovers -no more-
Once life has taken its course
Our lips are always eager to speak
Words, we have not carefully chosen,
Which we shall repeat time and again
Only the ass avoids the same stone
In love’s embarrassing moments,
We often smile, and deny it,
To forego what makes us human
And pretend we are more than that
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