George Loves Anastasia
There once was a trail through the woods / On the outskirts of the city / And it lead you to a pond / That nobody ever swam in / It’s true, the water was so cold, screaming cold / Froze my toes
And in the middle of the pond / Half hidden in the water / Was a large round boulder / With the words written on it…
George loves Anastasia
The woods have since disappeared / Turned into streets and houses / The pond I assume was filled in / The pond that nobody swam in.
I made friends with a woman from work / She invited me over for dinner / I asked her where she lived / She said what used to be outskirts / Is suddenly suburbs.
I asked her to write down her address / What she wrote took me by surprise /
Number 356…George Loves Anastasia