ALL IN A CLASS OF OUR OWN
(For Collette, my landlady in Besançon-France)
To tell the truth
It`s not that I`ve not asked
It`s that no one seems to know it
So don`t blame me.
Here we`re not on tow
And we have no one called Ruth
So why did you say I was basked?
Sorry you didn’t deem me fit
But then, who are you to judge me?
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