"Expressional Prose/Facial Drapes" 1986-06-14
I beam
and the room about me glows.
My eyes gleam
and the whole world knows.
My face gives it all away
each smile shows
Exactly what I want to say,
Expressional prose.
I wonder every now & then
‘bout the way U look.
Tho I imagine again & again,
each time I see a different book.
So till the videophone
U can’t see the myriad of shapes
As I sit almost alone,
Which rustle my facial drapes.
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