Cloud Nine

Cloud Nine It's Been Nine years, They seem Short and Sweet, Eyes Full of Joy Tears, Shoes Full of Feet. It's Been Nine Annuals, Of Blues & Green Blossoms of Smiles, Sans GPS or Shalom Manuals, Our Careening Inner-Outer Space Miles. It's Been a Team of Nine, But Rookie Roster of Two, On Purim, Said the Rebbetzin, "A Remarkable Pair are You". It's Been Nine Annums, Date Starting Over Starbuck's Coffee, Then Favorite Englander Kitchen Table Crumbs, Soared Us High, to Orbits Lofty. It's Been Nine Degrees, Of Seeing the Plus & Flaw Blindness, Each Listing Spouse Pedigrees, Beginning & Ending With Kindness. It's Been Nine Lives, To Borrow from the Cat World, You Inched Bravely to the High Dive, Breathed Deep, Dove & Deserve to be Pearled. (Now, Barbara Opens the Necklace Case)