Ended Up In The Bin
Poetry etcetera, by Catherine Claessens.
Tuesday, 10 September 2013
Knock Knees
He strums guitar to her, amongst the trees
As gently blows the warm Spring breeze.
In a romantic kind of way, they knock knees.
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