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I’m So Tied up in Nerves That I’m a Bundle of Knots!

For those of us who’ve step all over ourselves when approaching pretty girls.

I’m a bird without an anchor;
I’m a ship without its wings.
These days I get my mords wixed up
And say such thunny fings.

My throat is in my heart with you
I struggle to explain;
I’m in over my league, you see,
Auggh! There I go again!

I want to be so suave and smooth
So please forgive these nerves.
I never tungled up my tang
‘Til life threw me your curves.

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.



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