The Perfect Kiss
How I long for a kiss
The type that leaves you woozy
That's the kiss that I miss
It's a whoopdee doozy
How I long for a kiss
The type that leaves you woozy
That's the kiss that I miss
It's a whoopdee doozy
Candy, candy in the bag.
It's that time of year.
Funny clown, witchy hag.
Another house is near.
Beware the kiss of the living dead.
It will leave you wanting.
Hunger delays once he's fed
But soon restarts the hunting.
in Change Poems
Life is what we make it.
It cares not what we do.
No matter how we fake it,