“Is she your daughter”, he said.
A shake of a grey head.
“Just my friend”, he made reply.
And sought not The other’s eye.
“Is she your daughter”, he said.
A shake of a grey head.
“Just my friend”, he made reply.
And sought not The other’s eye.
Oh! Naughty goings on?
Oh I don’t know, but perhaps so …
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Many thanks for the very kind share, Michael. And please accept my apologies for the very long delay in replying. I’ve only just come across your reblog whilst re-reading this poem. Best wishes. Kevin