Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
A rhythmic motion Like a ship upon the ocean Your legs swung But to me no joy brung. You spoke in a foreign tongue. No songs where sung. You where young Eighteen or twenty Our hearts they where empty. Yes you where young, Your feet in heels swung…
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