My life is as thin
as a lager in winter,
my life is as strange
as a conjuror's cane,
my life is as dull
as a prayer at high table,
my life is as wild
as a nightmare's domain.
Her kiss elusive
as time from a sundial,
her thought elusive
as 'Oh-me-oh-my'
her soul elusive
as Scarborough Fay're,
her laugh exclusive
as polka dot sky.
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