A Very Good Year
She was sixteen and he was between
Shaving or just letting them grow
She was so coy and he was a boy
Convinced that he must love her so
He tried it all that Summer and Fall
And he even shed her a tear
She weakened one night 'neath pale moonlight -
Sixteen was a very good year
10-4-18
For contest Rhyme Battle XI for Juli-Michelle
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2018
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