Stood by the bins was a wonderful thing:
A set of pocket legs, barely reaching my chin.
The night was over, the music was done.
A taxi pulled up for years of fun.
© Carl Burkitt 2012
Carl tells tales
Stood by the bins was a wonderful thing:
A set of pocket legs, barely reaching my chin.
The night was over, the music was done.
A taxi pulled up for years of fun.
© Carl Burkitt 2012
Carl tells tales 