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Apr 2018
She worked on a property that I did too
And she lived in the main homestead~
I lived in a bunkhouse where I had my gear
And where I slept in a bunkhouse bed~
I never wanted to get to know her
As I really needed to not get the sack~
But she kept on being way too nice
And she kept on coming back~
She wore a raincoat on that rainy night
That she knocked upon my bunkhouse door~
And asked if I could spare a cup of coffee
As she sat down on my rug near by the fire on my floor~
I said take off your raincoat why don't you
She then said as if she was singing a song~
Well you did asked me once to drop around
When I had nothen on~
What the hell are you smiling about I said
Then she stood and removed that coat~
My eyes almost left their sockets
And there was no way I could clear my throat~
Next morning she donned that coat again
And slowly walked out of my door~
Looking over her shoulder and said
Coffees good .. I'll be back for more~
Never have I loved raincoats so much
Can't wait to see that one again~
And now I go into a coughing fit
Whenever the boss says , God I'd **** for rain ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988 .
Written by
terrence michael sutton  76/M/Philippines
(76/M/Philippines)   
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