Theme: Memories


I met a girl in Guayaquil, it was night
We swam in the Pacific, the strand
Was white and had upturned boats
I wanted to give her something, but
Had nothing of importance, gave her
A bottle of after shave lotion
She gave me her address which I lost
And since the ship never came back
She became a scented memory.  


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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