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The Itch in your Clothes

Everybody knows

She’s the itch in your clothes.
But everybody knows
She’ll get you in your crutch
Have a look but never touch

Poison Ivy, poison Ivy
At nighttime, when I’m sleeping
Poison Ivy comes seeping around



In the background, a song intensifies a moment. Thoughts & Music are fusing, unchaining an emotion. There’s something inciting. The lips of words, kiss the inspiration. Everything’s playful. Is spontaneous. The tenderness is there. The joy spread up Poetic Essences. © Claudia MP

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David Rudder

David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.