The Question Darling, I can see that you’ve been looking at me strangely, I sense the question coming, ‘Do you ever want to change me?’ A threatening predicament, and one we’d best avoid; your mobile rings, you take the call, inside I’m overjoyed. Later, on the sofa, while I’m watching CSI, you turn to me … Continue reading The Question by Calum Maclean. A Love Poem (of sorts).
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