Your RhythmA Poem by LesliePurdy Sort of love Your rhythm Has no blues Your pie Is in the sky Your dreams Have no pipe Your bridges Are not crossed You look After you leap Your stitch Is out of time Your iron Is never hot You are all of these things But baby I like your style. © 2015 LesliePurdyAuthor's Note
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Added on June 9, 2015 Last Updated on June 9, 2015 Author
LesliePurdyAboutI'm from Nottingham , I 've owned two wine bars , 'Samuel Pepys' and 'Hardys', A pub 'The old Malt Cross' which Nottingham magistrates decided to close down because they quite decided without any evid.. more..Writing
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