Anne
When the acorns are vast
Winters throws are Multindous
A particular Cafe Nero to go
where I meet Anne for the first time
and she remembers the 70s
like everybody's yang and yin would like to
Good tidings to know her
Still Im playing with breezes I don't know
Single with no children
a Tory stalwart
Just a brother in Eastbourne
I am the laughing man
carrying fate on his shoulders
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