"You're Here With Me"
(From Dale to Foxglove)
Poem By Karl
Foxglove, tell me e're I die,
Why grounded be, when you could fly?
Your cherished kisses taste like moths,
Somehow that really sets me off.
Yet 'till Gadget builds me wings,
And I can share your midnight flings,
I cannot help but wonder why,
You're here with me, not in the sky?
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