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Started by: jarvo (30250) 

MRS ROBINSON


You were never Mrs Robinson-
too young for that-
and blonde anyway.

But...

I heard the song again today:

Summer Sunday afternoons,
out on the cropped grass.
There were no trees then,
and the sun shone as summer passed.
You were my Liza Goddard:
as fresh as the yellow primrose,
sitting on the factory wall
under a deep blue sky.

But time went unnoticed,
and autumn took you
as I knew it would.
Then the skies turned grey
and the factory shut for good.

But,

you were never Mrs Robinson,
but to me maybe you
were:

Sitting, fifty-two years later,
across this crowded room-
with flowers in your hair...


Jarvo 2020

Replied: 12th Feb 2020 at 13:49

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