My Evening Constitutional
Library parking lot is full so I moved where are you?
If you are where I think you are, you're in luck I'm not far.
If you're hiding at the bar don't come home I won't be there it's true
If your taking time to pray hurry up we'll be on the way
Is there something I should know? Why is similar cars keep circling me?
I don't have time for this. My chance at love I don't want to miss.
Copyright © Jolene Cheyney | Year Posted 2016
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