Ruth

The young man preens

And dreams

Of girls in frocks

Who lose their socks

The young girl thinks of fast cars

of fumbling hands

And broken bras.

The middle aged man ponders on his misspent youth

On wonky car seats

and a girl called Ruth.

The middle aged lady takes her husband’s hand

As they stroll contentedly along the sand.

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