Claire Slater

Down the spider scurried alley
Watched the moon begin to rise
As he counted scratching ratlets
and their silver tinted eyes
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Was her skirt too short she wondered
As she pulled it down an inch
Is this blue top to revealing
Should i change it for the pink
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My darling i can, t bear to think
I, m giving youaway
Not when i, ve loved you all yourlife
That this is our last day
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Last Thursday was my birthday
And my husband cooked our dinner
The table set the wine well chilled
I thought i, m on a winner
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Did i think that we were happy
Stupid of me now i know
Did i really think you loved me
Maybe once but long ago
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She could hear her mother coming
Hide them quick she thought but where
Went to shove them in the wardrobe
Better not she might look there
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I don, t know why they all keep saying
That he, s this and that he, s that
That he, s short and very spotty
And that really he, s quite fat
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