Postcard No. 17

some ordinary swimming suit and an extra one for you and me, (some helpless lines night by night and a postcard nr.17. some say whatever waiting for it´s
the one that wasn´t meant for me sometimes as well as sometimes not, but at least i´m sure this coulndn´t be the same... some salty pages nicky-named
with a post-script telling not to cry,,,, some cheering girls tricky-blamed and a choir spelling slowly: say goodbye. dressing up to go, my jacket for the show 17 below, oh i hope you´ll never know