In Between
there is a thousand miles between the smiles
and coffee on a back porch swing
there is a different road and mountains between
all the songs we used to sing
there is a different approach and miles left over
on frequent flier points
there is a world of hurt between what's logged
and sawdust from all of those joints
there are a million blue skies and many monsoons
on mountains and valleys of fragrant green
there are as many songs and lots of lyrics
to bring it all back again
Irish eyes that smile and cry
on what lays in between
a million songs that will never be sung
is what this poetess sings
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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