O thou elusive city

In which I long to live

If reside I could within thy walls,

My left arm I wouldst give.


If only there wast someone,

Not a sex addict or louse,

That wouldst pay me money

To liveth in my house.


For the fairest house in all thy lands,

With paint of green and gold,

And a BBQ yard, swank oak floors,

Sitteth there whilst I grow old.


So I sit and wishfully wane,

Longing so for thee,

Chicago, if I come to thee,

I beseech thee, wait for me!


–A passionate poem written by Lauren today

PS. Anyone know of any good churches in Chicago?

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