Isle Fifty Five

Across the auditorium way back in isle fifty five
I spot a rye smile and them shouldering blue eyes.
The play had been mighty long and though
it has it was well worth the patient endurance
else I would not have got to meet the most beautiful dame
I did meet before but only in my visions
and dreams all those many years ago.

Thiroshan Ramachandra Pilly
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