
I could just call a call girl
Call her Juliet or Mary
I could sit and do the crossword
She could cook a Coq au vin
She could drive me to the airport
Wave her hanky on some jetty
A white flicker on the shoreline
Seagulls tangled in her hair
The Whirligig of Monotony
He who dies with most the toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
1 comment:
you need a phone to make a call....
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