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Lyres Make Beautiful Music

Lyre

e harmony

rejected me

and match dot com don’t mix…

the fb thing

makes my heart sing,

or projectile sick…

the only tingle

from Christian singles,

is damaged nerve in hand

a wound that I

got

going “blind”

–but–

woo! did it feel grand.

the tinder app

is

just a map

for hooking up with nookie

the range of stranger

sex for grabs

ill-suited to the rookie.

so I’ll retire

myself

FOR HIRE

and gimble in my wabe

what the hell

it’s just as well

though I’m a sexy babe.

©Karen Robiscoe