By the Church
By The Church
Thinking where to go
And what to do,
I caught sight sight of a blonde girl
Smiling through the sunshine,
Her going down steps and me up,
For a moment
Was she checking me out
And me her?
For a moment
I wondered.
Copyright © Brian Eatherton | Year Posted 2011
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