Thursday 6 May 2010

LONELINESS

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I spoke to the dentist
As I left his chair,
And to an old man,
Scurrying through the park;

I listened to the song
Of a fluttering skylark.

After that I went home,
And watched pretty girls
Dancing on TV.

Where, oh where
Is the pretty girl for me?


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