I stroll down slow
On account of knees
I need of a mechanic
Of a medical inclination
The darkness of the night
Is cracked gently by the red
Of the sun waving farewell
To a moon heading for the
Land of kangaroo fields
The tunes in my mind
Pitter patter with a smile
I cast to the side
My frog eyed slippers
And with a breath deep
In my soul
I
Dance
In
The
Kitchen
On
My
Own
(C) frankie Mcgivney
The darkness of the night
Is cracked gently by the red
Of the sun waving farewell
To a moon heading for the
Land of kangaroo fields
…love these lines.
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Hey thanks so much
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