NO SOUL FOR ME O
Seem to remember,Something very droll.
Went into an art gallery,
Saw a picture of my soul.
At least I think it was mine,
You see I lost it long ago.
In real life, Not in a dream,
I sold my soul for some,
Italian delicious ice cream.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-08-01 at 14:14
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