Oh this red rose of camden
forced me to smile on my way to hendon
A prity face , an innocent in London
order me not to leave her abandoned
When i stare my eye lids strip
her eyes , her fragrance ,
slowly my heart grips
in this summer evening
at the end of my long trip
A feeling is ridiculed
with hand full of images to slip
W.A.D. Joel Lennon
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