Praise poetry (Remove filter)
Beautiful
( A praise poem - of sorts)
I'll not forget the day we met
on the Piccadilly line
the memory lies grafted
embedded in my mind
I'd been working late at the office
commuting home alone
when you approached me with your mobile
and by that I don't mean phone
And I'd like to say you were beautiful
but in truth it was a shock
I never looked up f...
Tuesday 23rd July 2013 7:53 am
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