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Rosehill Avenue
It was a strange visit
To Rosehill Avenue,
A Goddess on my arm
To an address only she
Knew the details of,
A saintly white haired
Lady opening the door
To a roomful of jazz,
Coffee and coffee cake,
Of course the flowers
Were roses, the perfume
Erotic, for after all it
Was Rosehill Avenue,
You must visit sometime
Should you find the time
Amidst the floods and the
Storms and economies collapsing.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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