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It Was Leslie
It was Leslie,
Heiress to a fleet of trucks,
Her mother used to listen
To the September song
And look at me
In that way Mrs. Robinson
Sized up Ben,
I never made
The connection then
For it was Leslie
Who had me spinning
Long before I met
The Five Tibetans,
She took up nursing,
Never followed into trucking,
She rode one up once
To where I was working
And introduced me to
The ways of the body
That only a nurse would know,
I never saw her after that,
I heard she married a bus driver
And settled in Edmonton or Calgary,
Every now and then
I think of another old song,
Mrs. Brown You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter,
And remember the time
It was Leslie.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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