Treasure Island

Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Not Lonely Any More


I'm not alone any more - oh, I was lonely
earlier today - when I spoke and someone
ignored me, everybody but me getting ready
to go on a course, the wind blowing wildly and
I tried to clean the swimming pool

When I lay in front of the TV watching Top Gear,
the only show - besides cricket and rugby - ever
watched in this house, when I was tired and had
to look interested in life - but I'm not lonely any
more, not with Big Bang Theory

And That Seventies Show and recorded dancing
Shows - I'm not lonely any more - watching Kara
Tointon and Eliana dancing on stage, living the
dreams I did not allow my heroines

Kara Tointon - Strictly Come Dancing
Eliana - So You Think You Can Dance

Submitted: Friday, September 28, 2012
Edited: Saturday, September 29, 2012

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