Roxanne

That is a new poem Written for my friend Roxane By Aldo Kraas

Roxanne
You are the apple of my life
Roxanne
We play solitaire
The only game in town
Every time that we played
You won it over and over again
And I never won
Any of the solitaire game
I Must confess to you
That I am a lousy player
Yes Roxanne
If I had money
We both would travel
To Paris