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Tropic treasure

A silly diddy

I called her Tropic treasure.
She could save me, I had to admit.

She was disproportionate to reality.

Had that Jesus way of being.

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She had a cadence rather than a rhyme.

Not in time, quite.

I was kookaburra to her,

Whatever her Dreaming was.

I can't remember.

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If a song mentioned a girl

I'd sing that lyric thinking of her.

My eyelids closed, drunk on wine.

She was disproportionate to reality.

Had a cadence rather than a rhyme.

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I called her Tropic treasure.

Once she was mine.
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Shirley Harrison

Oh Rory ๐Ÿ‘ this is wonderful, perfect every line right to the last, Bravo my friend, this is what I call poetry. ๐ŸŒนย 

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Marion

Third and forth line... excellence. This is not a silly diddy... it's Rory at his finest.ย 
All those original sentences x

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