I can still visualise your uzi
How it felt pronounced under my French tongue
How it knew I would hardly stop, pushy
Like a good soul who keeps love in a lung
Your uzi welcomed me like a caller
Several times a week like a flavour
I may have seemed like an uzi scholar
Yet not receiving your yielding favour
Can uzi be enough in our Cosmos
No matter how so much we still ignore
Each brain contains a one-off matter sauce
Mine seems to seek yours to further explore
Your uzi remains a fait accompli
Appearing day and night pretty promptly
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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