By B.K.
Date: 2003 Nov 28
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Kung Fu Missing You

Friday sneaks in
Stealing my voice
The dogs wag through
While I'm writing to you
Wine steeps my mind
And a melancholy hue
Of missing you seeks
To rewind a sad view
But this love takes control
Kung Fu kicks that sneaky sucker
Back down its masked raccoon hole
Pure passion grins
And this pen goes
A wob wob-woblin