Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Overheard at Table 1: Song scrap


Fair was the rose that grew in her garden

and fair was the wind that graced her valley

and 'twas not for the love of that sweet maiden

that I wandered into that dark alley

[OK so this didn't go anywhere - was supposed to be a double entendre take on old Irish love songs, then it went straight from bucolic to inner city.  Maybe there is something that can be done with it, but I don't rightly know at the moment]



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