To Rachel - Poem by Mark Sane
This girl once ran off to Dubai,
But once there she started to cry
So she called up her friend,
Who proceeded to lend
An ear, whilst to calm her he'd try
Depressed, in her bed she would lie
Since in no one's life could she pry.
She came home one night
And to her delight
Waiting was her friend, in Dubai.
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