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Ally Choo At Nesbitt’s
On a tropical night
In a temperate zone
In a packed little
Coffee shop,
Ally brought it,
And like the sluggers
Of the boys of summer
She drove it home
Again and again,
Her potential peeking
And smouldering,
Painting pictures of
Two or three
Years from now
When texts and emails,
Messages and calls
All hollering and shouting,
Do you remember
That hot August night
When Ally Choo
Played Nesbitt’s !
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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