carte blanche the given liberties
always tendering, not always receiving
someday, I pray, it returns to me
my love is like a credit card
the sky's the limit for every charge
this way I love...I pray someday
it'll be returned the same way
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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