Backstreet

After the beauties of Kew

I went with you

To a cheap hotel.

I remember I almost fell

As we mounted the stairs

To their unfriendly glares.

 

I can remember your name.

Did I feel shame?

I really can not recall

But I recollect a fall

And those dangerous stairs

In a backstreet hotel.

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