Out of Nothing At All
by sloanranger
I don't know, if you've yet, to fall,
I don't know if you'll even call;
don't know if you'll let me -
but don't ever bet me –
I can make love, out of Nothing At All.
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Limericks III
PoetryBased on songs of many eras, I am indebted to all the artists who created the music & I hope this to be a bit of a homage to their talent, not mine. In most cases the accompanying song video is posted in the media section (above) the limerick. I hop...
