Source:
Adults
Author:
Barry Gee
Title:
First Love.
She was eight years old, I was near nine A smile always shone from her eyes She tucked her dress in her knickers and skipped really fine While I looked at her beautiful thighs. When she had an apple she gave me the core Even when there were other kids there I split my sweets with her, in fact gave her more And I would had give all of my share.
We'd spin round the lamp-post 'til we fell on the floor Too dizzy to stand on our feet We'd laugh ourselves silly then spin round some more And fall down again in the street. She'd chew gum for hours then she'd give it to me I'd chew it as well for a while The peppermint flavour, a faint memory Now it tasted of her beautiful smile.
We learned how to ride on a broken down bike With a saddle too high for our bums. Picked blackberries in the brambles on abandoned bomb-sites And took them back home to our mums. We played doctors and nurse, mothers and dads In the evenings we played hide & seek. We'd hide out together and gently hold hands And try very hard not to speak.
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