I sincerely hope that
not what you say
maybe you have
it wrong
Silly me
you might think I'm
joking
but i was only hoping
we could maybe dance
to our favorite song
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moonlight looks great on you
when you are wearing
something special
a kiss if you're
in the right mood
love got me in a blurred
perspective
Love's got me a little subjective
you're arousing me into
a mood
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Tablature
Mmmm
auh ooh wee
auh ooh-auh
ooh wee auh ooh
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isn't it so odious
these special moments
it's clear to me
is it as clear to you
ooh-ooh auh
;ooh wee
this has got to be
it's has to me
me and you!
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Lotta Fun
and Lutz Salchow
where out in the
lobby romancing.
She wore a Cot Gamoga
type skirt. Had all the guys
even Clemp looking
we told her to scram come back
tomorrow.
Her coach will need to tell
both they made the team
See was to
Whogga: Whogga for me..
The Tuba and the bass player
are here for rehearsal.
A fabulous night
for dancing!
I heard they had an indoor rink at
there home: but it's nothing
compared to thiis place!
Seasoned and primed for performance.
It draws attraction to feed it's need to
be seen. How different one might
compare. Each difference than
spoken as favored
from such comparison. It's
maintenance and upkeep creates
a jargon for those who wish to follow
and participate. It's dues are allocated
from the works of it's possessor. Those
who have been allowed to be great
from mere ownership.Yond beyond
the edge; the gravels create the road;
it squarks and squeaks from it's lack of
attention, but breezes to carry the load!
Each of one's five fingers wrapped around
the baton to conduct the Muses of people.
Simple for the trained and difficult for the
untrained to fathom. Yet all in attendance
marvel at the spectacle. To applaud
Devotion Poem, Our Next Lives
(For Jim)
Good morning!
Ten-thousand good-mornings
We have seen. At the least!
Together....and so I dream
Of what could be in our next lives:
We’ll still be coupled in such destined love
And, while the same me...and same you...
I’ll have become a dazzling beauty
For you...and you,
I think it would be fun, will take to singing
Like the old-time crooners —like
Frank Sinatra or Dick Powell — for romance
For me...and we...
Together will see thousands more
Moonbeams sprinkling around us
As the twilight’s fading brings me
Again and again
To hear your lullaby ‘s tune cradling me in air
For thousands of coming good-nights
We have yet to share.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 1/28/21
How many remember the crooners from way back
Frankie Boy, Perry, Der Bingle, and the King, Cole Nat
Little Richard, Deano
They were the cream
Brings tears to my eyes to remember the pack
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