“With Her, Early Mornings”
Leans over, to kiss
Towards blue sky, her mouth shuts
Quenching the Earth sand.
In response to the Album “Cat Stevens: Classics, Vol. 24”
Yes Cat, Sasquatch sir
If I sing loud out –AHEM!
I’d be shunned by them.
Sixty seconds left
Strolling through the blonde midnight
Hold your breath, Now. Jump!
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