Retreat
Francine Roberts
Contest Name Short and Sweet
Retreat
Love was sweet, when you were here,
though you are gone, an image dear,
Is looked for here, my sweet,
When I’m out on the street,
Bitumen burns my feet,
An Shiela’s think I’m *****, retreat.
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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