CAMELOT FANTASIES

Silly feeling in gut
No not the butterflies but
There is this person
I helped out of a rut
No thanks was given
Yet years later in an opium hut
Gave me a call and asked for money
As I was with family
I must scurry
Later that night in a sugarcane field
I saw the jilted frame of the one I loved
Made a deal in a hurry
Brought her back to her life
She can no longer speak with no tongue
Though a thanks in her eyes i see
When i come bye to visit these days
Every Sunset Eve
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