Reply to Raamesh…
Oh well! Oh well!
You think of suicide by drowning in the well? But when you think of her, you say, “Save me, save me!”
You opt for a dope, though you wanted to take a rope but when you hear her sweet voice, you say, “Save me, save me!”
Poison might work for you cause your neighbors are not so rude, they love her melodious voice, and don’t hear you say, “Save me, save me!”
Guns are shunned when she walks over the barren land, the birds begin to sing and smile but still you cry, “Save me, save me!”
Ink is surely a relief but venom is never cheap. Somebody tell this Ozy to stop saying “Save me, save me!”
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