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Sarah Pickles (School Dinner Break 1958)
larrylark

With Sarah Pickles round the back,
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wild beating heart and pounding breath.
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Brushed her lightly freckled arm,
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her hand went down with touch so deft.
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She pulled me in her lips were close,
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my parting feet disturbed the grass.
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Hot fingers stretched to touch her hem,
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but some things happen far too fast.
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She wiped herself off on my shirt,
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the world shrank back to normal size.
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I gave her half a crown I’d saved,
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with trembling hand adjusted tie.
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4 Oct 10

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half a crown?

dude, you must be very old

do you ride to work on a penny farting?
 — unknown

Only on my B-day
 — larrylark

older than them thar hills

Larry so old he's forgotten there's a tomorrow Lark
 — larrylark

perhaps too many 'hands' but that apart a lovely little piece. :)
 — unknown

thanks for noticing the hands

Larry half blind Lark
 — larrylark

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