As I Was Going To St. Eve’s…

Because I love him so _ Jane:)

Graeme Sandford

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As I was going to St. Eve’s
I met a man
It was St. Eve
We’d got our wires crossed and each was going to the other’s place.
It was lucky we met…
Otherwise I’d have got to his
And he’d have got to mine
And we’d both have been out!
And if we’d then cussed a bit for a while and then started walking back…
What if we’d met then
As I was walking from St. Eve’s
And St. Eve was walking back from mine?

And what if we had missed each other on the way back
As well as on the way out?

What then?

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