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Frankie Morrison Feb 2013
1 know your heart, I know I do.
Though about it much, I’ve never been told.
I know your heart, I know I do.
Thru life’s game, mine’s been the same.
I know your heart, I know I do.
Bright and shiny heart of gold.
Kind and tender, warm, never cold.
I know your heart, I know I do..
Thru life’s game, mine’s been the same.
I know your heart, I know I do.
A golden, shiny, careing heart,
Yours a beautiful, precious part.
I know your heart, I know I do.
Thru life’s game, mine’s been the same.
Something special I know of you,
inside you beats not one, but two.
I know your heart, I know I do.
Thru life’s game, mine’s been the same.
I know your heart, I know 1 do.
Heart of gold, incased in glass.
Heart of glass, cracked, broken by an unkind past.
I know your heart, I know I do.
Thru life’s game, mine’s been the same.
Cracked and broken, made a’shatter,
To the unkind past, it didn’t matter.
I know your heart, I know I do.
Thru life’s game, mine’s been the same.
Heart of glass broken, cracked . .tumed a shatter.
To you, I say, you’ll always matter.
I know your heart, I know I do.
So take the words I give alas,
I’ll never break your heart of glass.





11/5/04   © 2/20/2013
Chris Saitta Aug 2019
In the park, soft-study of sands and swings,
Where the birds while away the unabridged air
Like rains on green, copper roofs ~ their wings.
So I have touched my rainy fingers on the fountain’s surface,
And tum-tumed at the dumpy belly of a dog,
So I have felt the vendor’s balloons like cantaloupes for freshness,
So I have a pocket-change of smiles for all.
At the fountain’s edge,
Like green-molded quaystones feather-singed
By the touchstrokes of the arcing wings of the sea,
Or like a saucer of warm milk
For the alley-cats to drink the milkiness of sun
And then with their paws,
Plink at overturning the day into porcelain shadows.

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