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!
Seagulls- you see them all your life
And hear them- that cacophony!
Far inland even on Parliament Hill
I dreamed and dreamed my whole life through
Then I woke up and there was you.
Thought about a real good looker...
