A BIT MORE OF THE SAME SORT OF WISTFUL, QUITE SAD ARIEL'S STUFF
Here we go again! Double spacing; the last thing I want in a poem. That's why I have to put those widgets in between, so you know where the verses are. Damned untidy way of doing things. Damned Blogit! I'm sure Byron wouldn't have put up with this; someone's head would have rolled;or been horsewhipped. WHO LOVES ME ENOUGH …? Who loves me enough, that when I am down, he offers me his hand, and says “ You are my friend, and being my friend, you shine a light in my life”? ––0–– Who loves me enough... Sign in to see full entry.