To fear commitment
It happens
Slowly it just becomes part of me
Of us
Subconsciously tickling away
Scabby investment
More than a chatty cabbie
In a month
I’ll be the happy chappy
Still
Tatty and scatty
It’s all that makes me meander
With a complexion
Stained by Westminster Abbey.
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Author:
Harry Atkinson (
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- Category: Reflection
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