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Tribulations

ah well i guess we never will
have  a need for the good old pill
goodnight sweet lady not to dance
or  feel the taste of sweet romance

and often by the moons cold light
I saw her face record delight
But that was just the other night
Since then she casts no favour

So sitting here beneath the moon 
I see her face but much too soon
My lady seemed about to swoon
No, she’s another raver?

So taken by the shortened breath
Left alone and desolate
Perplexed as anger burns and yet
Should I resort to strangers

The drink goes down the eyes do glaze
I’m in this queerest bar
A shiela sweet our eyes do meet
Soon heading for my car

We get undressed, though I’m depressed
The warning sign they are
She has no breast upon her chest
Oh no, it’s a bloody shirt lifterrr ?

Don Johnson    6-may-11

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