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Mr Pistachios

Like fruit out of reach

The sweetest nut

Is the one to be lost

The young man I never knew

The lover never touched

Who reached into me

Somewhere deep  


Really had me going

For a while there

Put a glint in my eye

Evoked febrile hopes

Invaded my dreams

With those few simple words

That I answered twenty

For every one of his  

She said…..

I showed you to my daughter

She asked, “What is his game?”

I said I didn’t know

Don’t even know your name

She said, “Oh that bit’s easy.

I can guess it really fast. His name for you is ‘Trouble’

And his yen for you won’t last.”


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