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Poems
rac1 Jan 2017
It Could Have Been Anji
rac1
Jan 2017
It should have been Anji
Here with me tonight
to listen to Dino & drink
to our Heart's Delight
It could have been Anji
If everything was right
But it seems that the Gods
have their own interests in sight
But it could have been Anji
and I know this is right
whatever may happen
I'll remember the night
When Anji told me everything
would be alright...
Here with me tonight
to listen to Dino & drink
to our Heart's Delight
It could have been Anji
If everything was right
But it seems that the Gods
have their own interests in sight
But it could have been Anji
and I know this is right
whatever may happen
I'll remember the night
When Anji told me everything
would be alright...
rac1 Dec 2016
Dinners at Anji's
rac1
Dec 2016
I'm hoping that God sends me
the keys to a luxury condo in the meat packing district so I can ride the iron horse like the days of old and climb the stairs to the 79th floor and pick up where we left off but I know you can't go home again even though technically it wasn't
my place but none of that matters any more in the new and crazy world where I now reside as long as I have my perch on the 25th floor near the Center of the Universe and my five years of exile exist only as a pleasant memory of dinners at Anji's and music in the park on Independence Day plus a few other things but not when I went to see the doctor and the birds and the bees or the two Harleys that the two jerks crashed in the night so I finally was able to get some sleep none of that but the dinners at Anji's for sure.
the keys to a luxury condo in the meat packing district so I can ride the iron horse like the days of old and climb the stairs to the 79th floor and pick up where we left off but I know you can't go home again even though technically it wasn't
my place but none of that matters any more in the new and crazy world where I now reside as long as I have my perch on the 25th floor near the Center of the Universe and my five years of exile exist only as a pleasant memory of dinners at Anji's and music in the park on Independence Day plus a few other things but not when I went to see the doctor and the birds and the bees or the two Harleys that the two jerks crashed in the night so I finally was able to get some sleep none of that but the dinners at Anji's for sure.