Poem: Garbo.

By on September 24th, 2009

Garbo.

.

I was Hepburn to your Tracey

I was Carole to your Clark

Didn’t Ginger neck with Freddie

In a shabby autumn park

I thought we’d need a lifetime

For the scripts we’d read

But now I’m playing Garbo

To an empty bed

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