Spookasem

My traffic lady, name of Fee

Has hand lotion that smells of sweet strawberry

It takes me back to days gone by

Of candyfloss and blue blue skies

I have got taller, older and fatter

But a small kid’s feet still pitter patter

Somewhere behind all this blasé talk

Is a girl who would still rather skip than walk

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