In Spite Of Poem by mark king

In Spite Of



I. The old gal fancies me, but I wish she’d keep her hand off my leg.

II. The vixen behind the bar who’s shirt is to tight mixes us another.

III. As I tell the old gal of her beauty, all her success and how in spite it we loved.

IV. Of how I let her down and how she ended it in the warmth of a southern night.

V. With her hand on my leg, an arm around my back and her head on my shoulder.

VI. She sheds a tear as the vixen behind the bar hits the lights and ends the night.

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