London By Night
The red double-decker, is not crowded,
A late night and I am riding home dog tired.
She's sitting two rows ahead of me,
but I can see her reflection in the window,
it's easy to see that she is as cute as hell
but of course, she's an Afghan
and well groomed.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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