As I stood there
On a Monday morning
In the quiet peace
Of Highgate Cemetery
I thought of Lily
Lily with the long dark hair
That flows through my mind
From time to time
How could it be?
I thought to myself
That here before Marx's tomb
I should think of her
The answer was simple
Marx was a great thinker
But Lily
Is London's flower.
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Sweet tribute to "Lily"....I am unfamiliar with her....will you tell me more?
Am I able too? Hope so! Fr I received a letter today!
I wish you would explain and not be so cryptic. IF you are meaning what I fear, then consider....three things.....(A) the postscript/mailing date on the letter; (B) the date of the last fatal email; (C) my sonnet attempt # XVI Dear Valentine.... on PH.
Ouch! Now I understand! Lily is Lily Allen, a UK music star, the poem is really just for fun.
Thanks for the explanation! As for mine, sorry, oh so sickeningly sorry.
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