I'm off on the beaten path
with Little Rosey in my grasp
There's palm fronds like a giant clock,
twenty hands instead of two
And there's the honeysuckle bush
that suddenly broke through
the gap in my neighbor's greenhouse
"Bonnie!" she insists
"Bonnie was her name!"
And that sounds about right,
and so I don't press it
(if not exactly the same,
it's close enough ... just...
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