Sean Joyce

(17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

Sweet Nicole (A sweet but faithless lady)


It was August I remember
I remember when I met her
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul

In September I remember
I remember her all over
She was perfect I remember
in her body, mind and soul

In October I remember
I remember her all over
We were lovers I remember
in body, mind and soul

In November I remember
I remember lies she told me
She was wilful I remember
Wilful to the n'th degree

In December I remember
I remember it was over
Still, she is all that I remember
Love forever sweet Nicole

. joyces@clear.net.nz

Submitted: Friday, January 06, 2006
Edited: Sunday, May 04, 2008

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