Come, Pluck a Song
What makes your smile cold?
On springtime colors bold?
Hummingbirds croon from afar
Wilder than tambourine,
Thrilling the night’s gauze sheen.
Come, pluck the tangy guitar
Dance a belly-go-round,
Before grey hairs abound---
Be the chant of life’s bright star!
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By: nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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