Love Poem: Topless
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Written by: Jean Murray

Topless

I'm motoring about with my top down.
I'm getting strange looks, but never a frown. 
Ladies eyes go green and mens’ chins drop.
Until it clouds over and I have to stop.
I press a little harder and up it comes,
as the first drops of rain begin to drum.
It lands with a click and on we go.
Me and my darling convertible Peugeot.