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
At The 7th Coach
Cabdi Muqtaar
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Poem topics: friend, rain, smart, weather, model, brain, lady, body, gorgeous, train, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme