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From Ole Gal of Mine a song to a fiancee
Who has soiled the representation
of these people
with songs they shall speak
me She said before
an audience of
musicians.
The flutist and bassoonist
are engaged, they have engaged in
grinding and rumba.
Might she who wishes us apart
speak of some religious definition
that will trouble these people apart.
That her concern and devoted meddling
shall have us divided from her
need of meddling.....
They Snuck away
to a small town were
they were waited on.
The bed and breakfast had
a small theater were bands
Performed.
They watched a scene from
"Whoring Gypsies"
"Ode To LOve"
the struggle to remember
was the song sang.
They had debated on what to eat
and the waiter dared them to try the Tripe.
it was on the house, due to people lack of
interest in it.
They cursed the chef and and ordered dessert.
Ode to Love
Look to the night
might we stand
together
holding hands
to kiss
the night away
I reherst my whispers
that she would know
what I was saying
I held her close
moaned my tougne was saying
she held my hand
we were one
as lovers
ode to love
ode to love
Oh morning sun
they will know we
are together
Oh morning sun
the day has begun
then what we speak
shall instruct our future
we as one
Lovers and freinds
Ode to love
Ode to us together
The Unbroken Male Voice
she wished to be Malo in
the concerted Awing!
Copyright ©
Allan Terry
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