Francine's Sad Poem
Francine's poem
hurting still in memory,
been there too at the gate,
is ya gonna jump old mate,
then got a little grin,
it might hurt,
a bloody sin,
made me hesitate...
no consolation:(
loves ya babe!...
Had been dumped, love of me life, hey:)
crossing the bridge,thoughts at play,
ridge e didge i was going that day,
but it looked cold n wet,
might hurt i thought, hey,
so i walked home at 3am,
been working the Jet club,
a bouncer in the valley,
soon not short of love,
the sad n distracted soon came to my door,
the numbers piled up till no room for more,
abused quite often by shielas 4 sure,
shirt lifters abounded, dirt track riders haw haw:)
Don Johnson rambles on..17-aug-11
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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