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Only The Shadow Of Her Face
Oh, then we were inseparable
Nothing could keep us apart
Nights and days we revelled
We shared one loving heart
She's gone now, taken so quick
I watch in vain for some trace
But her spirit refuses to emerge
Only the shadow of her face
Its like her soul never existed
A mirage from the day we met
Did I dream the words of love
That entrapped me in her net?
...Saturday 19th September 2020 10:50 am
Chevaux de Freeze
Pam's very nice so far as she goes
The kind of looks I usually admire
A few quid in the bank is a help
Yet she doesn't set my heart on fire
Nancy on the other hand is poor
She's no Monroe or Lana Turner
More a down-market Bette Davis
A plain Jane, and a bit of a yearner
Just how do you weigh up women?
What should go into the scales?
Why can't I be spontaneou...
Saturday 15th August 2020 10:48 am
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