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Tin Can Longings (Free verse) by phoenixxx

Tin can longings Its a quarter past two When I see you across our alley In your red and yellow room So I pick up that old tin can Where we used to rendezvous And share my secret longings On our telephone with you Sure, one hundred years have past Since we made that alley home And everything has changed On those streets we used to roam And yeah, a decade's come and gone And my childhood's left alone And, oh a hundred years ago If yesterday we'd known We talked tonight on the tin can phone Shared our world beneath the stars And memories have come and gone To Jupiter, to Mars And yeah, our childhood is gone And we're wishing from afar But I am always with you now No matter where you are.

Edna Sweetlove 16-May-06/5:28 AM
Nostalhic but spoiled by using the repulsive non-word "yeah". I'd have given it 8/10, but with 2 "yeahs" there is a price to be paid: 2/10.




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