Build

build

 

Sleepless nights in Bedsit Land

And letters that I should have sent

 

It’s build a poem where we can stay

Adding  color almost every day

 

A bridge of words  for you to cross

Until I get it right I will be lost

(Still miss you  lots and lots and lots and lots)

 

Inspired by: Build, Housemartins, 1987

 

 

 

 

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