Myra McKnight.
Myra McKnight. Mrs. Myra McKnight.
Polite. Bright. A Sweetheart. We've Worked This Office 4 20 Years.
She's N The Cubicle Next 2 Me. On The Left.
Lost N Her, I've Been, 4 The Last Year Or So. I Don't Know Why.
I Love Her. I Can't Tell Her. Why? She's Happily Married.
Singled Out, By Me, Finally. Myra. Myra, Has Grown On Me.
Body. Lord, Does My Buddy Got Body.
Healthy & Pretty. Lord, The Way Her Pretty Voice @ Times Gets 2 Me.
Strategy, 2 Get Her? No. But, As They Say, Anything Can Happen @ Any Day. Myra.
Myra McKnight.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 15th, 2023 12:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Any Takerz?
- Category: Love
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