Yan Fu Lou
Coin In The Jukebox - Poem by Yan Fu Lou
A hill – raped and scarred,
Its natural beauty forever marred…
Staring at it I realize,
How easily one meets one’s demise…
Só my love has gone!
She the vixen, I the fox…
But I didn’t run,
I’ll just put another quarter into the jukebox.
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