06-17-2007, 05:06 AM
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| A poem by Syd
This was in the paper. Quote:
"...they flatter her madly"
Little twig is'nt big
To you, but she is
To me.
But however I don't like it
When she makes faces.
And she seldom talks
When we go places
And meet people
And sit round.
But she prances at dances
Gets chrushes, takes chances
With boys, wears a hat
No shoes, and they flatter
her
Madly. What of that?
Neat, maroon, blue and
white
Lace and chord, velvet. Might
Even keep her coat on if its
right.
Next week
All change
To purple
Or black
Perhaps
| Written when he was 19 for his then girlfriend of "several months" Viv Brans. She is now auctioning the poem. |
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