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Post this another time In the time it took the ink to dry I was struck by thoughts of woe Did I really want her back again? Would she read the words I wrote? Should I trust my inner feelings? Should I leave the past behind? Should I walk away from yesterday? Give love another try?
So many girls, so many cars So much of life was mine So how come I could never find The girl my heart desired? It wasn't down to money Nor was it down to time I got so much you'd find me drunk On lips as sweet as wine
I've tasted all the vineyards Laid down some fine wines too I've pressed the grapes of heaven Squeezed till there was no more juice In the time it took the ink to dry 'Hark! High heels on my drive' I'll be on the razzle late tonight
Post this another time
©Joseph G Dawson
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