The morning went long,
And I sold every idea,
She did respond and then a murmur,
I went to the moon and back.
The potholes were flowers,
And the angels showed the way,
A Chicken 65 I thought,
And the evening was better.
We went through history,
And the events of disdain,
There are times when you listen,
And the world is waiting…
The supple lips and truth beneath,
I went on an adventure beneath,
But the thought was alien,
For I had fallen in love.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
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