********my Lady Luck

Poem By George BernardBloodyShaw

I am not me
tho' she mooves
me as a he.
She's not a cow
tho' when she moos
she mooves me.
This is my lady
no shady lady
and our nights
are more than allright
on the night.
P'raps a swallow
in our flight
of life
OK she can't sing
but heavenly
she makes my life

Comments about ********my Lady Luck

And she's still mooving ya, George..... Fran xxxx
Its the way the dice falls George.

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