There is no fool...like an old fool...
as is said...
just remember...
if you flew...
if you tried...
if your love 'thang'...
sputtered out...
in mid air...
enjoy the ride...
you can still glide...
say hi...
to the angels...
up there...
you don't need to crash...
you don't need...
to bash your lover...
who is not...
your lover anymore...
and maybe never was...
we arteest's of the love brush...
we paint out of bound's...
quite often...
we get carried away...
on our hot air baloon...
I recommend...
a real lover...
graciously close...
that page...
and open another...
so no one is hurt...
and no one is mad...
you don't recieve...
a restraining order...
I'm just saying...
restrain your horses...
go ride another...
and pray a good prayer...
for the brother...
or sister...
you lost out there...
you did good...
you offered...
a precious thing...
it was sweet...
and what the hell...
butterfly's do...
come back to repeat...
more fish...
in the sea...
more sand...
on the beach...
you know...
what I mean...
just clean your machine...
keep it in the holster...
and wear your rubber's...
it's wet out there...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
Art: Dance of Satyr's, by Max Ernst
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