Some three thousand, six hundred and fifty days
You have remained in a corner of my mind
Day one found me an akward teenager
And you, a mystery man lighting up his Camel
And when you offered me a cigarette
I lit you up, took you in-and let you fill my spaces
I won't forget the freedom of being sixteen
Flying down backstreets in your turqouise truck
I can only hope that day three thousand six hundred and fifty one
Will offer us the same freedom we knew when we met
SP
1 comment:
Hi Babe,
I really like this and figured out that it's 10 yrs, so was it David, Jeff, who??? Also, I have subscribed to your blog, will you subscribe to mine?
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Call me if you can't figure it out. I love you. Mom xoxoxo
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