Watching Wendy Walk
sitting on a hill watching
wendy walk enjoying her
day with a happiness that
eludes me
i remember the dreams of us
with smiles the same as those
two taking in all that beauty
presents
i think about certain times where
instant replay would been a much
welcomed thing to have
however alas, she is only a wish
vapor in my mind that i sometimes
will set free
i know fruition is a smokeless pipe
dream hanging on the long vacant
corner of my mind
yet and still i have my version of
fun watching wendy walk thinking
thoughts that i can only imagine
as she gives him the passionate
gift of kiss
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