Swum

I had a dream of youish me
We caterwauled and strove to be
But there was that fickle three
I and you and maybe we

Under waters colder thrum
Dialing numbers sock match drum
Meaning lost in waggle whims
Humming costs the gerunds grim

Spose we close the book on time
Space defiles the hook & dime
Saving loan scarred jubilee
I had a dream of youish me

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