It was that look.
Her look....
in the sexist piggery that is typical
Italy...
she never even gets a credit
But has about the most perfectly poignant glances
never mind the rest.
To have at last that look.
There, as we wandered all of history so in our faces and her little uns...
Oh fuck....
T'was absolutelu impossible
Always
But then as i met her and clan
On The Hill...
And then she came to MY Lowalands
And we roamed mine.
And her eyes weren't that sad
After all she knew....
She knows.
All.....
well she finks she does beauty laike that ina glance she thinks she knows it all....
But she does know i know how to...
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Help her for real.
And free.
When one has so seditiously and artfully batted away the council tax baliffs a whole year or mor'n..
I owe 'society' something for this poise and grace.
If only she knew - that space in my bookshelves.
Three year'n ago t'was meant for someone else....
who admittedly had fabulously sineweye arms from wearing her nipper on her hip
And chuckin bales..
If only she knew.
But it's like she did know.
It was not on her pile....
cheeky bint....
Knowing bint...
But she knows i know too...
And so
What next?
I haven't been to paradise before.
Which is ....
to be cont.
