Those Summer Nights
You know, I think Norah Jones
might sit on my shoulder sometimes.
The lady with the simplest songs, whispers genie melodies.
and she tunes decisions-
my childhood.
And these seven year summer nights are different
when I know she is there
keeping a soft beat to existence in summer.
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