Poem -

The best looking girl

The best looking girl
You saw on the street today
Had a bald head,

Glasses and you wonder
What colour eyes she hides?
What her hair would

Look like?
Sarah could be her name,
The one with the smile,

Eyebrows and yellow pink lipstick.
But the psycho
Can't problem solve, 

Get over the girl 
He was once in love with
As a seventeen year old.

He's old. Old enough to be too old
For the bald child--
He's trying to outrun the law

The best he knows how.
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Rory...

Great write!

Great message...

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Tony Taylor

Hey RORY!!.....Addiction?.....what does
that mean?....bald girls are so rare...A fun
read nonetheless!!.....Happy New Year dear
poet brother!!......T xo  : )

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Rory McGinlay

Since you ask, Tony, addiction like a sort of inauthentic love, an untrue attachment, maybe? Really, I just picked the closest words that start with A, Tony. Lol. Thanks for caring enough to ask. It wasn't a stupid question, thank goodness I had a prepared answer. 

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Marion

Rory I love this. You have brought her to life with your words. I see her, I love the haunted reflective tone also x

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Rory McGinlay

Haunted reflective tone, I think is the best thing I've ever heard about what I write. Grateful for such kind words, Marion 

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