Happy birthday, Morten Harket (for tomorrow. Just getting in there early)

Here’s a poem for all you Virgos.


I have lost a slipper

found marbles

a pick

Lego blocks


I mean gold Lego arms

and legs and heads

and a very nice chap from Bangkok


He let’s me stroke his engines

and light his fires

And one day we’ll talk telephone wires.


Tomorrow I will be the meaning of life.



About beckydeans

I've always been a writer one way or the other.
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