I Am a Flute
I am a flute
a man with a beard plays me
and we make tender music together
his eyes sparkle when he plays
and his eyebrows go up and down with the notes
his beard tickles
but I keep making notes for him
oh such notes
they would make you cry
and then a part comes in the music
where we dance
he holds me so tightly as we dance
I know he loves me
around and around the room we dance
him and me
all eyes are on us
everyone is listening
to us
Copyright © Earl Graham | Year Posted 2008
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