Kosciusku
a saturday in the subway far far away
spanish harlem I reach to toast a departed soul
as invited the only one with blue eyes
a ride back to my place sharing a seat with a little girl and my pup
for few stations she asked me can I share a cookie
lorna doone not in my pantry the dog is interested
and a conversation ensued
he have big eyes and your so pretty
mine are dark and told her you are wrong
I see many lights shining from the inside and that what eyes are for
and a great smile you rock with a magnificent skin my dear
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