Sleepless nights in Bedsit Land
And letters that I should have sent
It’s build a poem where we can stay
Adding color almost every day
A bridge of words for you to cross
Until I get it right I will be lost
(Still miss you lots and lots and lots and lots)
Inspired by: Build, Housemartins, 1987
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Wat leuk idee om met iemand in een gedicht te gaan zitten.
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