Friday afternoon and I await brown rice Which takes awhile but is well worth waiting for The mail came and went and it would have been nice To get my Vanity Fair or something more Than advertisements not really meant for me
Or better still I could have gotten a book That hardcover edition I want to see And have handy that my guests might have a look At what I do here while time flies as it lies Couched upon the coffee table casually
Tonight a new student will ring at my door But at least he is not coming by surprise I suppose a softcover will have to do Autographed yet presented with modesty I hope he rents a room but wish he were you I have a secret new telephone number Which only you and a chosen few may know
The garage is stacked with all sorts of lumber And we make daily progress however slow Toward building a stairway to heaven that we Can use to escape to our sanctuary High up in the ghost rooms above everyone From the university down here below We two can play up there when our work is done
Leave the students and their cares behind downstairs Having done our homework now let them do theirs
I really enjoyed this one, Steve. About those unwanted magazines in the mail. At my age what do I want with Victoria's Secrets? Do they think I will have fantasies about those young girls in underwear that does not really cover much or do they think I will want some of that for my wife? They really don't know who they send them to, do they?
Again, you show mastery of your craft in this new offering. It takes your reader into a shallow mystery of the get away plan, and as one, I'm ready to follow... Crafty and delightful. - Bill
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Lew
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