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Randy The Poet

Randy sings out to me, I write My own heart strings and dance. Romance, my true love, forever. Whirling, twirling on the floor Forever more, no door, barns - Bars, bands, adrenalin glands. Piano, music in a box, in glass, Brass candle sticks, pick a tune. Write, dance, bathe, dine, wine In soft glows of love. Blow a kiss, Miss a beau, love with all your Heart, soulfully letting it flow. Catch a dream by a stream, never Letting go. Flute plays, eagles on High, sighing a relieve God is on High mountains, fountains, waterfalls Calling me home, where's home? Here! Hear me calling you now brown cow, To come on in. Grinning from ear to Ear, I hear angels' voices yearning Me to learn, burning the evening oil. Coiling snakes, clam bakes, cupcakes. It's all good. Thank God!

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