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**Smoke Rings By Jude Kyrie** *Life is meant to look forward. Not back where I should forget Yet even will the faded years When I see you Annette. Misty colored memories come From a time that’s long ago. Drifting into the smoke rings From a thousand cigarettes. My cigarette is just an ash line as it burns up in the tray I am playing the piano a tune from another day. I see her clear and carefree I remember her once again She turns those lovely eyes on me. I see my love for you back then. We could have had a life together If only I had been free. I remember her lips so curved and crimson, As I dreamt them  kissing me My fingers across the piano keys Her favorite song I play I can play this tune with ease. Just like I did back in the day The old crowd they all sing-along It"s such a catchy song. Then I look beside me you were standing there all along. I say Its you there sweet Annette. She touches my head and says, Harry Are you alright? Your eyes are red and wet. I look up into her lovely face I'm drowning in regret. Yes, I am  just fine darling. It’s just the smoke from my forgotten cigarette.*
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
Smoke Rings
**Smoke Rings By Jude Kyrie** *Life is meant to look forward. Not back where I should forget Yet even will the faded years When I see you Annette. Misty colored memories come From a time that’s long ago. Drifting into the smoke rings From a thousand cigarettes. My cigarette is just an ash line as it burns up in the tray I am playing the piano a tune from another day. I see her clear and carefree I remember her once again She turns those lovely eyes on me. I see my love for you back then. We could have had a life together If only I had been free. I remember her lips so curved and crimson, As I dreamt them  kissing me My fingers across the piano keys Her favorite song I play I can play this tune with ease. Just like I did back in the day The old crowd they all sing-along It"s such a catchy song. Then I look beside me you were standing there all along. I say Its you there sweet Annette. She touches my head and says, Harry Are you alright? Your eyes are red and wet. I look up into her lovely face I'm drowning in regret. Yes, I am  just fine darling. It’s just the smoke from my forgotten cigarette.*
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jude-kyrie
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
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