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Jan 2015
Underneath the sky trees are graced with perfection,
I forgot just what to say, lost my place in this novel,
Was I writing to keep track of the clouds? Life is short,
But how short can this be? I can't live for one, or grovel.

Like a tiny leaf I blow on the wind, accept for this leaf
Is unguided, raised in a bad life but still people seek
To make sure I'm brought to the water and made to drink.
I've seen you before, who are you though? Why can't I let you go?

The world just seems to spin so slow, but hey, that's my life!
In only about 50 years I should be gone, what can I do?
Live from moment to moment? Be teased and need the knife?
I've got to get by somehow, I've got to reach out and find you.

I still can't figure out why I fell in love, but all I can say is wow,
You're hot, and if I could be anywhere in the world it's right
Next to you, if ever I get to be I want to kiss you here and now,
You're always on my mind Nikki, I just can't make an eternal vow.
Alan S Bailey
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