Looking at photos of my dear

London. When is my chance to

Leave. For the

Lights, they call my name,

"Lucy! Lucy!" It was quite shrill.

Luring me into their humble abode,

Leading me from atop my commode.

Let them brighten up

Leicester Square!

Lock away any

Little bit of despair.

Love! I say,

Luck is with me when I


Loose and say

Lambeth! Lambeth! I am on my way.





The End

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