A Girl

Mike Bell/ April 29, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Our wood burner smells
like a girl I loved,

once she took me,
with a wrist-measured-tug.

I live with no big claim,
no assumption’s shout,

my size just enough,
nowt to flash about.

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