Last Dance Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Last Dance



Mister, don't act
like baby blue.
Drink your whisky
and boogie fast.
F—k tomorrow
let music blast.

Clear your head,
spill out your sorrow
the dark of night
too soon will follow.

Earth is drumming,
bad news is coming,
a liberty taking
nuke is making
sad atmosphere.


Waf

Monday, January 14, 2019
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Sally Plumb Plumb

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Haverhill Suffolk England
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