You
YOU!
When I look at you
I feel like I do on a Friday night
When I take my first bite
of a Donna kebab
A wash of satisfaction
drool down my chin
I think this is Love
Am I your kebab too?
Isn't it...
[Source: 'Street Scenes and Spilt Baked Beans', Mid-Polly Perkins Period]
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