Pulp poetry.
@brianbilston "...And put it in my pocket?" πŸ˜†

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She stood on the bridge at midnight
Her lips were all a quiver
She gave a cough
And her leg fell off
Then floated down the river

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Mr Bilston, I salute you.

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one of my dad's faves was something like:

She had such beautiful eyes,
But how was I to know that one was glass?
It came out in the course of conversation

You're welcome 😊

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@brianbilston splendid Pulp fiction πŸ™Œ