The Unfairness Of Angels
matthew Bartram
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Flirting in Mirrors

I have a new hobby that makes me smirk
Although I might act like a jerk
Flirting in car mirrors is good fun
Although unable to look at their bum
The cheeky grin and naughty smile
But not at kids, I'm not a paedophile
The phone sign done with the hands
Is something we all understand
‘Call me' and you mouth the numbers
You feel the grind of the car bumpers
It's a fantasy you can take home at night
About those behind you at the traffic light.



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