Bally collects coloured paperclips in jars She keeps them in our beach side cave Bally also owns a velvet anchor

Her feet are dusty She wears no shoes Every meadow Shares her name

The ministers of etiquette are waiting on my porch I am wandering around wearing only a vest You are I suppose wondering who I am What is my name Is it Angel A or Angela Is my name Frank or Dave Am I scratching my butt The door is open please come in There is […]

My younger sister Amaryllis I can see her In the memory Of every flower

My red roses are still beautiful Although they in time will fade

I found an olive Hidden in its tree It was a late But welcome visitor

Angel A and Micheal Were strolling arm in arm Along a narrow cobbled lane They were due to be married In a matter of hours

From the main window Of our hotel bedroom We could see the great cathedral Angel A was my fellow pilgrim

I was enjoying a coffee Outside a small cafe In a narrow cobbled lane Which was overlooked By a great cathedral

You lived on an island In the middle of a great river