Souvenirs

She collects hearts
Like souvenirs
Pens love rhymes
Like buttoneers

When she wants lovin
A dime a dozen
Lined up like
sheep to sheer
Near sighted and
love deaf
Don’t even hear
the buzzin’
By the ears
now no more neck

A fool and his money
Are soon parted because
A fool leaves his heart
Before his brain started
As she gives it a shove
Off lovers leap
Never a sound
Nary a peep

She collects hearts
Like souvenirs
Here comes another
Now

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