Sunday 12 July 2020

Asha Two

I still hear me Da, laughing like a foghorn, it seems so far, happy he's not barred, or left forlorn, my ma besides me starts, when she stamps the tar, like a man o war, he lives in an ark, right from the off, between them torn, they have great hearts, it’s not in the charts, my son knows the score', he’s gone too far, soars like a lark, lipstick, a shirt that’s worn, in a shed by a barn, she'll kill that tart, love has no form, things fall apart, near the tidal wall

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