The nights
It feels so good to think and read,
It feels so good to work and sleep.
You are lucky to be loved as a girl loves a horse.
You are the ribbons in the mane of her love of life.
Days with her will wash your face.
Her words and love are the strategies of
One who was a thoughtful child.
You were troubled, flat and eager..
It feels so good to work and sleep.
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
www.paulanthonyhutchinson.com
copyright Paul Anthony Hutchinson
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
The nights
It feels so good to think and read,
It feels so good to work and sleep.
You are lucky to be loved as a girl loves a horse.
You are the ribbons in the mane of her love of life.
Days with her will wash your face.
Her words and love are the strategies of
One who was a thoughtful child.
You were troubled, flat and eager..
It feels so good to work and sleep.
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
www.paulanthonyhutchinson.com
copyright Paul Anthony Hutchinson
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