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Instinct


In truth I fell bewildered, my breathing almost stopped,

No quick escape to safety, she’s in every vein I got,

So I went to see my doctor, at 405 The Mews, he

Took my pulse and diagnosed love transfusion blues.

I have no medication, no quick fix I know of,

No way that I can help you, she’s got into your blood,

Come see me in a fortnight, my instinct is by then,

The girl will stimulate your heart, and up your oxygen.
 


© Joseph G Dawson