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Dec 2015
Blues sits on my front steps
Waiting for me to come home  
To creep out onto the vacant street and walk through
The rain wet street, like in old times of yesterday
Blues put her arms around my emotions
Blues starts into sly remarks
Blues goes on ahead
Turns to me and winks
Much like you do too
We walk as the rain touches our skin
Forgetting about summer rain wet
Because love claims our attention
So really nothing else matters at all , but this moment
And that we have each other together
So weather  matters not , just the laughter and no sadness
Then it's time for me to head home
And in that direction I start to go
Down well known streets
I salute the falling night, the street lights
And they smile back in caring affection
The streets shine with wetness
Raindrops fall down without permission
Their sighs are weary because they know
Just how much  I love and miss you
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
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