She was a girl with a voice
They met up in a bar
When it was nearly closing time
He chose a stiff whiskey
She picked out a wine
And outside the window
There was no sunshine
It was a cold November night
The rain reminded them
Of the GnR song
And they talked and they talked
While outside it poured
Then the boy tuned his guitar
And she cleared her throat
And they struck up Tiny Dancer
In that bar by the coast
Then it was time to go home
So they bid each other goodnight
What a way to end the day
They thought
As time slipped away
They've both grown up now
She works at a lab
He's into engineering
And this poem is something a writer promised them
Based entirely off a few Facebook conversations
So raise your glasses to Aphrodite and Debdip
Two of the whitest people I know
And wish them success with their journey
As they go with the flow
The Bilge Master
💕😊
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