Jack & JillA Poem by AetherealWhat happen to Jack & Jill after they went up the hill?Jack & Jill
Just us two on a rendezvous up into the hills as we brew passions through and through touching Nature’s thrills.
Though we’re true to our points-of-view and their lovely frills, we are new to what we pursue without any skills.
Whoop-de-do in grass wet with dew, lined with daffodils where a few poison oak leaves strew causing itching ills.
Residue underneath each shoe breaks both of our wills. Filled with rue from this bugaboo our love turns to chills. © 2014 AetherealReviews
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