Remembering Those Ikea Days... Poem by Phan Thanh gian

Remembering Those Ikea Days...



I saw you at the Islington station the other day:
Your once luscious dark hair, now dry, unkempt...
Where are the twinkles in your eyes?
Aww and that gaunt face, that frown!
How many offspring have you got for him?
O, I remember we were so young back in the days
Remember our first Ikea bed? LOL

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