Wednesday, June 03, 2009


blue jeans black top
kissing at the bus stop
twenty million miles away from you
sparks fly
pram wielding teenagers pop
a mascarade carnival queen
orange juice terror
low lying clouds pressing down
champagne stories repeated
one day you will call and i may answer
one day you will call and i
one day you... and i...
blue jeans and a sparkly top

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