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Susan K. Rowse

Sweet William

He still calls me Willie though I am lost just now
I still call him Tim, his image draws a frown...
I weep for my Sweet William...though Willie is my name
And Tim is my dear one...the one that wants this game
I can't imagine living when Tim is gone with Bill
I want to go slap backwards and roll on down this hill
I never need to hear My Willie...you know I love you...still
Its maddening to go for broke...throw all upon mere time
Tis crazier to cry for Bill...and wish Tim would tow the line
Poor Willie is left to pursue lost hopes and promised lies
When all my joys have gone adrift with three less likely guys
If Sweetest of the Williams would only hold to truth
Return to me...gorilla...they'd be no need for Dr. Ruth
For Tim would greet poor Willie and I would live again
And Bill would be Sweet William, then love would bloom through pain
Poor confused dear Willie...lonesome...dreaming still
Missing my gorilla, sweet William ,Tim and Bill