sugar and spice…

…and all things nice

When we were young

we wrestled with reasons

wrangling the whys and wherefores

You always let me come out on top

and it’s you I have always adored

Now we are older and wiser my friend

and invariably we still lose the plot

Once again let’s honour the goddess within

here inside with memories we forgot

Our hearts shone with the warmth of truth

one bended knee had broken the ice

Windows of opportunity wiped clean

sharing Eskimo kisses with sugar and spice

PussyFoot wonders what little boys are made of !

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