And she felt in her pockets and pulled out all... nananananana...
That was inside;
A handful of bits and bobs... nananananana...
On the table. Oh blimey!
All shiny from suntan... some coins and a ballpoint.
She was facing me and walking backwards,
and I could see her eyes growing as round as saucers.
Fresh as a rose on the day of the battle, or whatever that poem is.
Truly sweet.
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