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Oct 2017
I know you've made a list of me
A balance sheet of sorts
That adds up all the numbers
Into a reckoning of faults
But what use is a spreadsheet
On this cold grey Monday morning
When the bedroom smells of night farts
And there's a recognition dawning
That this one night stand is over
That we both need to get out of here
That whichever one of us slept over
Had better get their **** in gear

Do it slowly find the bathroom
Make some noises, work the clues
Whose flat is it yours or mine?
Take some time to think it through
Give your self a moment to yourself
To play the script out on this drama
Don't be embarrassed, flash the flesh
Get the smile on like the Dalai Lama
We had a **** nobody died
It was probably fun if we could remember
Whether our scores are High or Low
Or even if we are different gender …

+tmy+ 14th October 2017
Just one of those Bi-Moments in Life ... Might have dreamed it, Might have lived it ... it's 30 years ago ***
Tommy Randell
Written by
Tommy Randell  67/M/Whitby, N Yorks, UK
(67/M/Whitby, N Yorks, UK)   
   Scarlet McCall
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