About twenty years ago Two girls came in where I worked - A bosomy English rose And her friend in specs I could talk to. Faces in those days sparked The whole shooting-match off, and I doubt If ever one had like hers: But it was the friend I took out,
the poems nerrate the simple and complex side of life.
A suprizing anthology of english writing. It is a bit above my understanding. But I enjoyed the story.
Thank You.