WHILE WAITING FOR FRIENDS IN BORDERS, WAITING FOR COFFEE I
SAW IN A BOOK THIS LOVELY SHAWL SO MADE QUICK POEM UP
As I look into your beautiful face
The colours of your shawl lit up the human race
The big brown eyes staring at me
Maybe your thoughts are wandering out to sea
Of a loved one coming home to you
The delicate make up and the purt nose
No one knows where you have come from
Looking like a mystic rose
Or maybe you made the shawl
The pinks and mauves that are interwoven
But chosen them to match the flowers in the garden.
SAW IN A BOOK THIS LOVELY SHAWL SO MADE QUICK POEM UP
As I look into your beautiful face
The colours of your shawl lit up the human race
The big brown eyes staring at me
Maybe your thoughts are wandering out to sea
Of a loved one coming home to you
The delicate make up and the purt nose
No one knows where you have come from
Looking like a mystic rose
Or maybe you made the shawl
The pinks and mauves that are interwoven
But chosen them to match the flowers in the garden.
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