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"THE ART OF OH!"--MO January 23, 1973 NO.236--GP
--A Love Poem

Copyrighted January, 1973 by The Children of God
P.O. Box 31, London WC2E 7LX, England or GPO Box 3141, San Juan, Puerto Rico 00936

(This is my little poem just for you. Nobody else understands. I guess I wanted to tell you how much I love you this morning. When I said I'd used up the words, somebody said I hadn't used them all up yet. It all began in bed one morning:--So you finish it!--OK?)

You're my precious little Heart
I carry with me wherever I go
And we can never be apart
So we can share the blessings we know.
How I loved you from the start
And I've always been your beau
Now they know it in the mart
That God's Children still love MO!
Oh, I'm pierced with Cupid's dart
He that knows no friend nor foe
These are thoughts I cannot sort
And their meaning I don't know.
We just cannot be apart
I just only know it's so!
And I got you in my cart
So here's with love from your ol' MO!
You're my dearest little tart
That is why I love you so
Even if you had a wart
You'd still be my little doe!
For our loving is an art
That is like a nice fresco
And I don't e'en give a fart
If we never have no dough!
You cannot our love abort
For it knows no Clemenceau
And it works in any port
'Cause I said I told you so!
Don't you ask me what that means
For I do not understand
But this here one thing I know
You can find in every land.
Even skinny little Bart
He can find his plump shad roe
We can love'em by the quart
And it makes'em laugh: HO, HO!
Cause you always got to spirt
When she says to you, Go, Go!
And I love you till you hurt
And you cry out, Oh, Oh, Oh!
Many things they rhyme with art
Many things they rhyme with Oh
So it makes me a braggart
Just like Edgar Allan Poe.
Now we're back here at the start
And no further we can go
Therefore may we never part
Just because I love you so!
So it's now I'm out of art
For words that rhyme with art and Oh
But I like you a la carte
With my kneedle you can sew
'Til it blows you all apart
And you have these seeds from MO!

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