419 (19.08.2015)

We all play games to pass the time away,
We sat inside the car and ate some chips,
The rain has brought a sudden end to day
I like to lick the salt from off my lips.
I tell a story about losing keys,
The children ask me if it's really true,
"It is," I say, (I always aim to please.)
"It happened once when I was twenty-two."
They cannot tell, and I love them for that,
They think I dived six hours for a key,
And then the key got swallowed by a cat,
Who ran away to Southern Italy.
I look at them and in their heads it's real,
And I remember how that used to feel.

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