I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.
My owner loved his old cars, saying 'they don't make them like they used to;'
And I enjoyed getting out upon the open road, to show him what I could do.
My fellow cars and I saw lots of sunny days, in bliss freedom of the flowers,
Traveling the length and breadth of this land, in the clasp of jeweled hours.
Flighty friends and I recalled 'good old days,' in rosy sunset times of finally,
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We were all much younger, happier then,
And untouched by heartache, sadness;
In dreams, we go back again and again,
And bring to our hearts gladness!
From Grandpa Frank, father of the Fields,
And Miss Pauline, who married his boy;
The hand of fate's no longer concealed,
As countless descendents live the joy.
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“The day you left, everything changed”.
I stared at the wood-clad wall in the room, watching
How she pulled silk jacket off her weary shoulders.
Light dwindled as she passed by neon lamp
Glowing on table that separated us at my home.
Shade fell on her face, as she sat in the chair
And lit a cigarette, absently looking at the
Same spot on the wall. I would not recognise
Her if not the eyes, oblivious to the ache
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Let me sit by the brick fireplace,
Let me wade the river in my clothes,
Can I play in the swimming pool?
Let me bake cookies,
Let me sleep in your t-shirt,
Can I smell your midnight cigarettes?
Let me tan in the sun,
Let me stay awake all night,
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"An Elephant never forgets", they say.
An Elephant never forgets.
From the moment they're born
Sixty to seventy years more,
And yet an Elephant never forgets.
I think about how an Elephant never forgets,
No, an Elephant never forgets.
Their mother's embrace,
Their favored drinking place,
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Let me sit by the brick fireplace,
Let me wade the river in my clothes,
Can I play in the swimming pool?
Let me bake cookies,
Let me sleep in your t-shirt,
Can I smell your midnight cigarettes?
Let me tan in the sun,
Let me stay awake all night,
......
I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.
My owner loved his old cars, saying 'they don't make them like they used to;'
And I enjoyed getting out upon the open road, to show him what I could do.
My fellow cars and I saw lots of sunny days, in bliss freedom of the flowers,
Traveling the length and breadth of this land, in the clasp of jeweled hours.
Flighty friends and I recalled 'good old days,' in rosy sunset times of finally,
......
Again I sit in an airport gate.
2 hours removed from 100 days in Dublin.
15 hours from another Florida homecoming.
My heart aches for the Irish green I'm leaving.
It aches, too, for the warm beaches I've missed.
How obnoxious, to mourn both at once.
I will never have enough days at home.
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As like season change
Same as people change
I don't know how to reverse
Myself from lover to stranger
Easy for you to change
Difficult for me to accept
It's not actually your fault
Just like season people change
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Orange blooms at dusk
goblins in the pumpkin patch
rich fall's come again
ghosts haunt dark cool nights
scarecrows wave in harvest fields
sad trees weep colors
devils on doorsteps
trick or treat candy cane lane
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