UFO by Graham Harrop for November 03, 2023

Well, on UFO you never know. Wait……

That would be every night.

I hate those sunless days.

Baby I’m yours

And I’ll be yours until the stars fall from the sky

Yours until the rivers all run dry

In other words, until I die

Baby I’m yours

And I’ll be yours until the sun no longer shines

Yours until the poets run out of rhyme

In other words, …

Shades of “A Streetcar Named of Desire”…