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Once upon a time there was a lonely little tit.
She lived beside a rock pool, and on the rocks she'd sit.
She wished for deep companionship, for friendship and for trust;
She wished so hard, she felt her little heart was sure to bust.
And prayers of truth are always answered. Her's was no exception,
And one day as she stared into the pool at her reflection,
She saw, a second tit: a friend with whom she'd always share.
And now they are inseparable. They make a splendid pair.
25th March 2014 ©Simon Welsh Poetry |
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