Thursday, January 19, 2012

Lady-bird....

You and your pink bicycle
So lovely you two pair!
When you ride down my lonely road
As you come back from the vanity fair...

I see you riding your bicycle
Your tresses flowing in the air...
I see you riding past my house
Adding colors to my mind's blank lair...

Read oneday the name of your cycle...
Lady-bird written so beautifully on it
I wish I were a George Michael
And sang for you Careless whispers a bit!




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