Will you lie beside me,
And dream of broadloom?
Whisper in my ear
Of rugs and drapery?
Crockery? Napery?
I can see us now,
Together,
As we go to window-shop.
We stop
And peer
And share
The wanting.
And then -- release
As knuckles white,
We write
The check.
Ah, let us hear it for marital bliss, chaching! The roads traveled throughout life are always mysterious and very, very challenging. Interesting write....
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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Be safe,
Karen