Gone are the days
When nights were long.
She was but a dream
I remembered in a song.
O let the night owls howl
As I lie contented in my bed.
Dreaming dreams of yesterday,
That let me know I'm not dead.
And when the morning sun rises,
And I hear a laughing voice.
Can't get out of bed fast enough,
it is my ladies voice of choice.
Love ya!
Jane
well said!!
never stop writing!
Christmas,
my friend, George,
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