RETURN TO ME WITH SWEET THINGS:

Slam, Slam,
Eagle arm,
Sharp hair & shades,
Moisturised since the age of 23,

Looks good for his age,
Lay a-top a wall,
Hands across his chest,
Letting it all slip away,

Don’t cry,
The winds of change are coming,
Lying on their bellies,
Tanning their backs on brightly coloured towels,

Today I met a stick,
Stuck into the sand,
Waiting to become a tree,
A big one

 

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