“THE THREE TENNERS” 4 June 1996

You were the best thing that I ever had
the best thing that I ever ever had
and now you’ve gone away

Was it because you weren’t a she, or a her
you were an it, a Thing, in this sexless poem
you were the best thing in the world

I’ve got three tenners
until Friday at eleven
I’m doing fine.

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