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JIG

With her tune,she bound me

Her melody,from deep within

She played the tune,subdued me

With her violin 

She wrapped heart strings around me

And brought me to my knees

She pulled my soul before me

With her fingers deftly ease 

She drew the bow and slew me

I dance a deathly jig 

To the tune,that she plays me

Upon her violin

◄ Thanks Mom

The day they died ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (13762)

Sat 30th Sep 2017 09:16

steady now Des! But let me know if you get Myleene booked!

DESMOND CHILDS

Fri 29th Sep 2017 12:23

Hi Colin, thanks for the link. I had something like this in mind when I wrote this poem. Something like Myleene Klass doing folk music down the local boozer,?

<Deleted User> (13762)

Fri 29th Sep 2017 08:31

"you're all afraid of me, the tinker's daughter"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg11cLO_KS4

love this poem Desmond.
Col.

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