At The 7th Coach

At the seventh coach of the train
When the saggy weather drizzled rain
I sat near someone I now called friend
She was smart lady with sharpy brain
She ever looked gorgeous without blame
I loved her slender body with the model frame

Cabdi Muqtaar
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