Friday, July 23, 2004

Train Poem (2)

Newington

We pass a village called Newington
where I misspelt my youf.
There we formed our first band.
There I met Marilyn, my first girlfriend
My best friend Paul lived there, too
Later, when we were older
but not very much wiser,
Paul died in a moped accident.
His mum died there a few years later
of a broken heart

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