I was sat on a plane
A small plane
Going to Carolina
I didn't like it much
They gave me the front seat
1C
I was sat next to the ripest peach
We didn't even converse
She rested her head on my shoulder
Just every now and again
She looked at me
and her eyes shone dark green
I didn't know what they meant
I never do
But I love it
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