to read some more.
How we survived adolescence
Andrew Taylor
Wherever she tumbled I fell
up hill and down dell dale
and wherever we fell I lay I she lay
panting pantless that day
she me on top of me her
on the ridge of shifting sand
the sea pounding below our
frantic & ampersand
later we packed our gear
our thoughts regrets delight over bright as the moon
[later we left the beach
back to our lonely rooms]
a hug a kiss a quick look round
‘I’ll call you soon!’
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