I met the sun one night
Off his shift
Sitting in a delicatessen.
Oh, I forgotten to mention,
The sun at night
Looks just like a regular person.
He was drinking some tea
All by himself,
Category: relationship
The Train Trip Home, Poetry by Ben Marchant
He just sat there.
Peak hour on the train.
He had the blended sexy looks of Kevin Spacey and Heath Ledger.
The hero traits of Crowe.
Had charisma of Colin Firth.
Wasn’t shy!
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