Sweet Charlotte

June 29th, 2014 by Magdalena Tabor

Paper me in Waverly,sweet charlotte
My heart’s a broken ledge.
Anyone who looks at me
Sees me sitting on the edge.

From the tower I can see
The river at a glance.
Won’t you come and rescue me?
The two of us could dance.

Eighteen ninety four or so,
Set upon this stone,
Gathered from where no one knows,
To build someone a home.

What better than a cup of tea
And stories I would share.
Paper me in Waverly,
Is anybody there?

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