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Dear, Mr. Cuomo (A Sonnet)

by J. P. Davies

Gut reactions, to pulse pounding actions
Slam that bass line, make the night shine
Sing me a song, which takes me along
On a ride with you, to somewhere new
A place where life, does not equate with strife
And being unique, has nothing to do with physique
Let your music carry me, across this escalating sea
Be a shining beacon, for although I may weaken
I will always find your arm, to keep me safe from harm
It makes me glad, when things aren't rad
Your swaying guitar shines to me a guiding star
As your passionate lines, heard by me a hundred times
Never cease to fill me now, things will be okay somehow
Thank you for saving me; you are my hero, naturally

01/08/2004

Author's Note: I figured another poem for Mr. Rivers Cuomo was in order.

Posted on 01/08/2004
Copyright © 2022 J. P. Davies

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