The Mad Accordionist - Poem by Victoria Hughes
To my mad accordionist
It's not always about you
But you do still cross my mind.
From time to time I think of you
And hope you are doing fine.
I think about the things I did
And the things that you said.
I think about the things
That lead to you winding up in my bed.
I think about the place we met
And all the people that I miss,
I think of all the fun I had there...
With my mad accordionist.
(C) Victoria Elizabeth Hughes September 2005
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