Written for: The Twiglets #183 – “we romantics”
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how romantic we were
until you mother moved in?
they glide ‘cross pond, black velvet
swans–mated for life
He considered himself a romantic
After all, he crossed the Atlantic
to be with his girl
whom he sponged off–poor Pearl
At last, she kicked him out with a broomstick.