a very useful thing.
I'd go back to that January,
and let you know your keen.
And in that milky winter
I'd keep your knuckles warm,
forget why I said "No, sir."
and give into your charm.
If I could ever time travel,
quite a covetable skill.
I'd wander back to those dripping
days of enchanted April.
I'd remove my wellingtons
inside your bluish 'stang
and listen to your musings
in california slang
I'll leave this poem meandering
through unrealized hopes
that were once yours but now are mine
regret hast got my goat.
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