Resurrection

I had given up hope and felt my dreams sliding off the slope   I had forgotten about women of wisdom in my lonely kingdom   I had lost out of sight my double Debbie's eye with a cry and a sigh   But Susanna's whisper of warmth woke up my stroke after my choke   Her embrace made my suspicion amaze and evaporated the cold haze   Her lively look broke my sharp hook and streamed my blood like a brook   Her daily calls recalls the strength of moms double walls that never fall   Her immaculate emotion she shows me warmest devotion that doesn't endure sun lotion   Her sorrow will be soothed tomorrow yet by my rainbow reached by my homely cute sparrow   Indeed my throne of tenderness didn't appear to be flown and blown by my lonely twilight zone    

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