Blenheim
Knew a girl in
Blenheim once, when I was a boy
Held hands as
we walked across a long railway bridge
Above the camping
ground it was and the river
Of course it was,
it was a bridge.
It was very adventurous,
the train could have come at any moment
And we would have
had to jump in to the river
She giggled and
squeezed my hand tight and thought me very brave.
Ah, the innocence
of youth, the train came only once a day.
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EWAN ELLIOTT
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