Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower- bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight...
No one can quite understand
Not young exactly THEN
The wildness of the Sixties...
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