Why I hate Wales (A name and a place for everything.)
You know this old Stones song, right: No Expectations?
Take me to the station
And put me on a train
I’ve got no expectations
To pass through here again
Once I was a rich man
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before
Well, they’re right. Love sure ain’t easy.
So, I met this woman in a bar. We talked. We had fun. Then she had to leave and I asked her if we could meet up again.
Sure, she said; If tomorrow’s okay, meet me at the station. Call me if you can’t make it.
I went home happy. I woke up happy. Then I checked my wallet: I’d lost the paper with her phone number – and the stupid name of that stupid station.
And now I’ll never see her again.
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