Driving Home From Bill's House
Part I
Driving from your house
My thoughts swirl like midnight fog
One more tune unsung
Part II
I would have played it
But I was deep in your thoughts
Didn't miss a thing
Part III
Already it's late
I don't feel much like sleeping
Words won't always hold
Copyright © Barb Black | Year Posted 2007
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