The locusts come to buy trinkets
And observe tango demos.
A man in a red sweater motions,
His hand is a flag.
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this has all the ingredients that i consider to make up an essential michael phillips poem - loved it. especially when you said tango tango tango tango
I'm standing wating for you to dance with me, red dress on, rose between my teeth. What's that? You're not coming...shame. Oh well, I suppose I'll just read some more of your lovely poems instead. Hugs Anna xxx