Saturday 15 February 2020

Emily

She has some spark, her lovely face lights, early as the lark, she hankers for love, most of her nights, doesn’t worry what's above, in a supermarket car park, they ask her why, she hangs around bars, says we all need a crust, black suits her fine, she doesn’t drink doubles, never walks far, to gossip is a crime, each step another car, works without gloves, unlike other times, Okay, when it's good, but never a chart, to show us what's right, she’ll give it some thought, maybe next time.

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