Dove Love

She had those brown dancers legs
Green mistress eyes
A strawberry tattoe on her one ankle
went to France
studied Dramma for a year before that
Punctuered a small dove egg’ ballbag heroe`s little boat

The loser had her b&W picture on his cupboard for years to come

She went and found Art and Love … And went pass the Eifel Tower

Dove egged loser grew up,
and Bitter
And his balls shrivelled up
Lives alone
Dreams of Her
now and then

She works at a Museum
In an old Suburb
Dove Egg’ rides past the place wihtout ever knowing …


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