Between letters I never mail
Written each night without fail
Don't know what to do
Between lines I daydream a lot
'Bout things I have and have not
Don't know what to do
Between phone calls I never make
To do so would be a mistake
Don't know what to do
Every now and then I see a tree
Standing 'neath the branches you and me
Then the dream explodes and disappears
Be always safe,
Karen
well penned Ron...
John