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My Ballad For Bobbi Jean
I sat beside my window
To greet the early morn
And hope that I may hear soon
The buglers upon their horns
Only then will I be sure
That my heart be full of glee
Harrah! He is home now
My traveler has come for me
Traversed by naught but brave,
He tells me of these lands
Tales of beasts and babes
All tamed by his firm hands
Oh, I have traveled far and wide
Says he with a sigh
But have seen the greatest treasures
A-sitting by your side
When I become so weary
And the road becomes too rough
Why, I have naught to do
But think of you, my love
For my cousin Bobbi Jean.
May you and your family continue to have a blessed life.
Copyright ©
Misty Hunter
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