There’s something sad about Alice
She sits there sipping her tea
Half-gone the cup
Half-gone the eyes.
As she listens to the song of the sea
 Rocks with a bend of her knee, on the
 Porch of her weatherboard palace.
 There’s something sad about Alice
 Her gaze runs away to the trees
 Pale soft the skin
 Pale green the eyes
 With lashes that long to fly free
 Won’t you flutter them just once at me?
 Sweet indifference is what becomes Alice.
 There’s something sad about Alice
 She slips to her caravan to sleep
 Cold dark the night
 Cold dark the bed
 As she listens to the song of the sea
 Rocks with a bend of her knee, and
 Collects her tears in a chalice.
 There’s something sad about Alice
 She’s leaving today for the city
 Large white the van
 Large white the man
 Who takes her away to fly free
 Away from the song of the sea
 Away from her weatherboard palace.
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William Sinclair Manson
Welcome friends. My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.

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