Sunday, August 25, 2013

I had a dream .

I had a dream …

About a women I loved.

She seemed to love me too.

Soon single without a clue.

Was I really loved?

Or was it just the denim?

 

I heard she met a man named Stan.

Together for a while,

Then she split again.

Moving on to Spain,

Spontaneity is her style.

I wonder if it’s still never nylon.

 

Now I drink whisky,

Still don’t have a woman.

She’s probably got another guy.

I wrote a letter asking why?

She sent a telegram

“I switched to vinyl.”

(This is based on an earlier version that I is currently misplaced.)

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