Wednesday, August 4, 2010


Long naked Sundays
Wrestling with the floor
Finding I can’t replace
The girl who lived next door
Betting on the ponies
Is something I never did
I guess I was just too busy
Exploring my ego and id
The tapping on the window
Of a women most forlorn
Should have clued me in to realize
There were reasons I’d been born
Camping in the backyard
On stars and moon so bright
Caused a wonderful sensation of wonder
And a sense that all was right
The laughing from the pool hall
And the battering of the ram
Are clearly signs of bliss
And a confidence in who I am
So I return to my youthful visions
Of a world that must improve
I decide it’s high time
That I get into the groove

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